歌词
I just wake up and get my day started like this here
This how I do this sh*t fool
All this money got these b*tches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed
I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie
My car ain't got no key, you got to push start it
Pull up in a foreign and valet park it
I'm somewhere in Memphis at a day party
Security trippin' at the door, we had to Bogard it
Boy your swag on fufu like the free market
I been doin' this sauce sh*t since Ed Hardy
He froze up in the action, he a choke artist
My n*gga 'dem don't miss sh*t, they scope artists
I need a b*tch like Kash Doll, a black barbie
If this rap sh*t today, on Black I'm back robbin'
All these narcotics I'm takin' got my head naughty
She eatin' the d*ck while bumpin' me
I got her head nodding
All this money got these b*tches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed
I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie
My homies gangster, uh-huh
I'm talkin' dangerous, uh-huh
They don't post no f*ckin' pictures of no bangers, uh-huh
They won't go to court and point no f*ckin' fingers, uh-huh
In the trenches with 'em
Don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm famous, uh-huh
Drop him where he stand, burn him like a tan
They gon' do it for me, just on my command
Shawty thick as f*ck, I wanna get in her pants
She got a man but tonight he ain't in her plans
Let me show you why the call me MoneyBagg
Hundred K large in a Gucci duffle
I got a real check on me
Pockets I stuff 'em, hope I don't bust 'em
Saint Laurents when I walk
You ain't got these 'cause these here custom
Hittin' your b*tch from the back on the dresser last night
I f*cked around scuffed 'em, damn
All this money got these b*tches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed
I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie
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