Big money going on I just wanna piece of it
Swimming in this money running plays yea I'm deep in it
Tell lil baby send this off then go and touch the stroll
You don't wanna get no dough then baby girl you gotta go
Cause Ima get it on my own period no comma hoe
Graduated from the streets and I was on the honor roll
Did it on my own bounced back ran my bag up
No time to sit around and pray a bitch don't fag up
Im this bitch im killing shit never leave no witnesses
Run this trap money then place it in some business
How much is enough never had enough money
Sitting on the net flexing pocket full of dust bunnies
On a money mission finna have me in kitchen
Tryna move these LBs like I'm Anthony Hitchens
We just doing what we can to get the f*ck up out these trenches
You anit brought it to the table you can eat just do the dishes
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Big money going on I just wanna piece of it
Swimming in this money running plays yea I'm deep in it
Tell lil baby send this off then go and touch the stroll
You don't wanna get no dough then baby girl you gotta go
Cause Ima get it on my own period no comma hoe
Graduated from the streets and I was on the honor roll
Did it on my own bounced back ran my bag up
No time to sit around and pray a bitch don't fag up
Im this bitch im killing shit never leave no witnesses
Run this trap money then place it in some business
How much is enough never had enough money
Sitting on the net flexing pocket full of dust bunnies
On a money mission finna have me in kitchen
Tryna move these LBs like I'm Anthony Hitchens
We just doing what we can to get the f*ck up out these trenches
You anit brought it to the table you can eat just do the dishes
Swimming in this money running plays yea I'm deep in it
Tell lil baby send this off then go and touch the stroll
You don't wanna get no dough then baby girl you gotta go
Cause Ima get it on my own period no comma hoe
Graduated from the streets and I was on the honor roll
Did it on my own bounced back ran my bag up
No time to sit around and pray a bitch don't fag up
Im this bitch im killing shit never leave no witnesses
Run this trap money then place it in some business
How much is enough never had enough money
Sitting on the net flexing pocket full of dust bunnies
On a money mission finna have me in kitchen
Tryna move these LBs like I'm Anthony Hitchens
We just doing what we can to get the f*ck up out these trenches
You anit brought it to the table you can eat just do the dishes
Writer: Jarrett Henderson, Tyvell Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid