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Good Wealthy
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Sada Baby
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(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) Mr I still shoot 'em in the neck, birth defect Mr I still need me another Percocet Mr I know them bitches make you have perfect sex If she pop this perky, work it She gon' let me know that p*ssy purdy, worth it She gon' tell me if that p*ssy nerdy, early (Hmm) I got a good feelin' that it's clean I just spent five hunnid on some lean (Hmm) Five dollars, purple, red, never green Seven foot nigga, [?], f*ck he mean? Throw my five up with the other five, I'm on ten (Huh) Let me show 'em I ain't never had no ho in me Let that chopper ring for my team, they can't go at me Young Scuba Steve, two bitches look like [?] Your man singing to the [?] thinkin' it's poetry (Huh) He a snitch, he a bitch, he ain't shit, ayy Skuba lit, I'm on tip and I'm rich, ayy Put my stick in your cheek like this, ayy Put my thang in her thang like this, ayy Put that sauce on your bitch, made her switch sides She ain't never had no ding-a-ling this size I'd be real if I was lil' or 6'5 (Huh) I'd never be a f*ck nigga in that gas I never change, put it on my gang We gon' bang if them niggas lame We gon' leave a stain (Hmm) Peep a nigga face through my Cartier frames If he play, I put my chain on that nigga brain, ooh Don't be thinkin' you a bum 'cause you ain't wearin' buffs Wouldn't give a f*ck if you were, still tear him up (Huh) Shoot a nigga, leave that boy with all his jewlery (Huh) We ain't tryna rob them niggas, they just scary (Huh) Talk brave to my dogs, you get buried [?] Big 6, Big [?], they'll shoot you like [?] We don't care 'bout no CCW's, them hammers we gon' carry We'll blow a nigga down like a [?] (Huh) Pull up in a tank, bitch, squad milatary Said that hoe act like a virgin, pop her cherry Eat a bad bitch p*ssy and some good wealthy She got tats like me, Gucci look healthy Louboutin, oh my God, know lil' baby smelt me See a opp, make 'em die, you ain't gotta help me Faygo pop, ain't no Wok, look like grape jelly (Huh) I got murder on my mind, no, I ain't Melly (Huh) I ain't tryna buy the pounds if they ain't smelly I do life for the squad 'cause I hate tellin' He got money but he soft, that's what he ain't yellin' Ain't no niggas on my side if they ain't felons (Huh) Same niggas on my side 'cause they ain't jealous [?] f*ck around and get robbed for what he ain't sell us We ain't 'bout to f*ck on no bitch if they ain't let us Got the Drac', it's gon' shoot Ain't gon' wait, it's gon' ooh Got no patience for you (Huh) Hmm, put your face in the news Shell cases at your place Where you stay, make you move (Hmm) If you see me fightin' a ape in the zoo Help the ape 'cause that ain't what it's gon take to make me lose to him Hmm, no, it ain't no way we can lose Hit the K with the blues, bitch, you know I'm in my groove (Ayy) If she pop this perky, work it She gon' let me know that p*ssy purdy, worth it She gon' tell me if that p*ssy nerdy, early (Hmm) I got a good feelin' that it's clean I just spent five hunnid on some lean (Hmm) Five dollars, purple, red, never green Seven foot nigga, [?], f*ck he mean? Throw my five up with the other five, I'm on ten (Huh)
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