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(feat. Lil Wayne, Rick Ross) [Chorus:] They know what we want, give it to us [x4] Twenty, tens, n fives (carots) If you a balla than a hundred's gon' fly That's what I'm talkin bout Stacks to the sky We gon' twenty, tens, n fives [x2] [Verse: Rick Ross] I'm not a five dolla nigga, I'm a billion dollar entity All I chase is money only bad bitches interest me Dade County nigga, diamonds come from Tiffany's Bought the prototype n they hit the streets eventually Toss my dolla bills, toss my dolla bills All I ever wanna do, toss my dolla bills All they talkin cease, u could hear the breeze When the bitches realizin that I'm throwin hun' beefs [Verse: Trina] Twenty, fifty, hundredes on my bed I think I'll pay but Pillows made of thousand dollar bills can you wait Million dollar carpet, then I'll fuck it, keep the change SongtexteI keep a lenin closet of some fresh, she said what's his name I got Mr. Willdrow Wilsons hit the stocket stange And they know what I want, they sit the money for I came Spend it on the chain blow it all at the bar Weezy baby comin deep, this is Trina rockstarr [Verse: Lil Wayne] Man all I got is hundreds, I ain't even stuntin Stuck on the bendges like Benjamin Button Trina what it do, I ain't seen ya in a minute But I think about my life but thank God that u was in it Hello Weezy Baby, aka payday, twenty, tens, fives I give that shit to nana, young money boss, cash money G Weezy F Baby and the F is for free. Aus Songtexte Mania