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(Clayco on the beat) Yeah, yeah, yeah (What you doing) (Lonely) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) It is what I told you We stackin' this b*t*h, said we movin' together, we gotta be shoulder to shoulder And I take a pile of the blues and I threw them hoes up, now it look it snowed Yeah, and no, I'm not cappin' to you, it's so frigid on my chest, and that b*t*h gettin' cold Yeah, see this money be switching my mood She told me that's bad but I'm already knowing If it's less than a hundred, I won't even move If it's not 'bout some racks, then I'm not even going It's Maison Margiela, right down to the shoes And all of these racks, yeah, you know I'm abusing 'em Ain't no way I'ma cut that lil' ho, yeah, she just in the way, 'cause a young n***a using her Told myself, "Put that pain in your music, dawg" Yes, I be geeked but I know what I'm doing I'm only thinking 'bout hundreds and Louis, now See I'm gettin' money, don't ask what I'm doing (Don't ask what I'm doing, dawg) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (I'm getting money) (Don't ask what I'm doing, dawg, yeah) Talkin' bout designer, yeah, I speak it fluent Talkin' bout some money, yeah, I speak it fluent, dawg I'm with your b*t*h, finna make a movie These n***as trippin', wonder what they doing, dawg We dodging 12, yeah, we gon' maneuver I don't pick up the phone, yeah, I'm missing all my calls If we playing, baby, what you doing? I ain't love the b*t*h, I just had to use her What's the word, n***a, yeah, what we doing? I hate bird b*t*hes, they just so stupid We get to it, we don't talk on computers All these pu**y n***as copy my movements I'm havin' money motion, let's get it moving Get money, my emotion, I really do this It is what I told you We stackin' this b*t*h, said we movin' together, we gotta be shoulder to shoulder And I take a pile of the blues and I threw them hoes up, now it look it snowed Yeah, and no, I'm not cappin' to you, it's so frigid on my chest, and that b*t*h gettin' cold Yeah, see this money be switching my mood She told me that's bad but I'm already knowing If it's less than a hundred, I won't even move If it's not 'bout some racks, then I'm not even going It's Maison Margiela, right down to the shoes And all of these racks, yeah, you know I'm abusing 'em Ain't no way I'ma cut that lil' ho, yeah, she just in the way, 'cause a young n***a using her Told myself "Put that pain in your music, dawg" Yes, I be geeked but I know what I'm doing I'm only thinking 'bout hundreds and Louis, now See I'm gettin' money, don't ask what I'm doing, dawg
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