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Counting all this money with the pain's (that's a gang)

Counting all this money with the pain's (that's a gang)

Counting all this money with the pain's (that's a gang)

Fresh up off the plane

Now look at all these bitch niggas hating, looking sour

Broke boys talking, making minimum a hour

Two bad jaws, backseat of my Sonata

Light skin, brown skin, Hennessy colada

Got a couple shooters that ain't talking, they just pop up

A couple rowdy niggas that ain't scared to throw they block up

Bet I won't murder all these rappers, put your gwap up

Bars on point like my barber with the line up

Tryna get your fame up

Pussy get your bank up

Lame dykes tryna use my name to get they name up

Making with your main chick and that pussy laid up

Yeah, I got a big strap, I fuck her her brains up

Then I take her in the kitchen, that coochie dripping

Shorty got that fat cat and that pussy hissing

When we done I make her cook and, she clean them dishes

Then she go back home to her nigga until she miss it

Now look at all these bum niggas

No money having, yeah them scrub niggas

We everywhere like some crumbs nigga

I'm in her stomach like some tumms nigga

Shot out my bloods and my cuz niggas

Them thug niggas

Them hustlers that hustle for them funds nigga

To all my bitches they get it, they in them clubs with us

Cause we throwing this money now they in love with us

Fucking with the set set set...

Cause they know we up next next next...

Now look at all these dyke bitches hating, looking sour

I beef with being broke, cause bitch I'm 'bout a dollar

But my pistol, always cocked and I pop it like a collar

They love me then they hate me, god damn make your mind up

Then they on my dick, they on my dick, they on my dick

And since you like to suck come here nigga, blow the grip

Do my ShMoney dance, ah ah, hit the Diddy bop

And I don't really dance but I will still hit that Milly Rock

I flame it like a hot pot

I know you saw me on that hot box (Cee-Lo!)

With Funk Flex on that Hot 9

Shit I been busy like a hotline

Fucking with me, now the knot mine

I got 10 jobs, I don't get tired

Shot out to Fox tryna get me on that Empire

And first I had to turn down, wasn't up to par

Cause it's Young M.A , bitch fuck is Betty Bar

How I see it is how I call it

I met Lee Dames at Swizz's office

A whole room full of bosses

Making a young bitch feel important

I swear y'all don't make no sense

So, all the haters thanks for hating and promoting my shit

I got more views, more hoes to choose

More money, new car, more clothes and shoes

Doing shows in DC, RI, CT

And I know you see me on Revolt TV

Got legends in the game bringing me on stage

Got the crowd nuts like a fucking parade

Girls pussies get wet just from touching my braids

I rep Redlyfe and I don't give a fuck what you claim

Forget the summer, I'm taking over the rest of the years

I'm 'bout to make it real rough like niggas with beards

All I know is be tough, I don't know how to fear

Yeah they talk tough but I never believe what I hear

To beat me, you gon' need a full leaf and a prayer

Fuck a bag, I'm in a chair with my feet in the air

And I dare a thot bitch tryna get in her bag

I make her get out my car and make her get in the cab

Being broke ain't a joke, but I'm paid so I laughed

My ass to the bank, get money don't hate nigga