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Still Ain't Got No Money
by
Mistah F.a.b.
Featuring(s) : Philthy Rich & Cookie Money
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Uh, you done had all day to get some money You done had all month to get some money You done had all year to get some money Uh, uh, you still ain't got no money? Man, man, man You still ain't got no money? Man, damn, damn How you still ain't got no money? [Mistah F.A.B.] Twenty bottles of rosé, we need 'em in our section Get them widows out of here, don't need 'em in our section We the ones in the city they be mentioning If they ain't talkin' 'bout us, ain't nobody listening Dope air, paparazzi taking pictures of me Real niggas ugly, all the bitches love me We throw money in the air 'cause we just havin' fun Ain't throw no money over there 'cause they ain't havin' none Nigga talkin' in my ear but I ain't hearin' it Tampons on my feet 'cause my shoes on they period We the richest in the city, that's a point blank period Brand new whips outside and the cars is what year it is I go broke before I let a nigga play with me Come get your ho, you already know that she can't stay with me Shout out Cookie, shout out Philthy, we the town's best You niggas still chasin' a bag? you ain't found it yet? Uh, you done had all day to get some money You done had all month to get some money You done had all year to get some money Uh, uh, you still ain't got no money? Man, man, man You still ain't got no money? Man, damn, damn How you still ain't got no money? [Philthy Rich] They print this shit every day, you better get you some Hold it on a Sunday night, all the bitches come You can have the rest, I want the thickest one Rosé bottle, need the biggest one Spend five hundred in a week flat I don't keep count, I don't keep track That bitch mad average, you can keep that Roof on the new foreign detach Still got more money than all my enemies I know them niggas hate, I know they envy me Drop a bag on him, he'll be dead in a week Them Seminary niggas ain't gon' play 'bout me Replace the fake love with the paystubs Seen the toughest nigga comin' out the gay club Seven bedroom house when I wake up Seven figure nigga, get your cake up Uh, you done had all day to get some money You done had all month to get some money You done had all year to get some money Uh, uh, you still ain't got no money? Man, man, man You still ain't got no money? Man, damn, damn How you still ain't got no money? [Cookie Money] Daddy was the plug, nigga I was born rich You got your hand out like a sucker, you's a born bitch I'm gettin' money, smokin' cookie up in foreign shit Cook done came up, I'm rockin' with this thirty clip Feds took pops, f*ck it, I'ma sell purple Bossed up, orange Ghost up in East Oakland Signed to the alphabets, I wasn't sellin' verses You a rat, niggas go to jail, start actin' nervous In the trap lil bitch, I had to make it happen Lambos and Masis before I started rappin' You ain't really 'bout your pimpin', you can stop the acting I can show you how to get it, flip it, then stack it Niggas lose they whole bag tryna chase p*ssy They just sittin' on they ass like a ho's IG I'm just tryna put this Benz on gold Forgis Cook got it out the mud, now I'm Cookie Money Uh, you done had all day to get some money You done had all month to get some money You done had all year to get some money Uh, uh, you still ain't got no money? Man, man, man You still ain't got no money? Man, damn, damn How you still ain't got no money?
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