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Lebra Jolie - Think It's Funny Lyrics



Lebra Jolie - Think It's Funny Lyrics
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[ Featuring Babyface Ray ]

(Have you ever been to London?) (Cheeze)
(Go Grizzly)
(Marii Beatz, turn it up)

I just think it's funny, you want money, you not f*ckin' yet
Paper, it ain't nothin', now I let it burn like Usher did
Baby, f*ck your lashes, get your ass, you get your stomach did (ayy)
Treat her ass like action, I just smack her, I don't cuff the bitch (oh)
I just think it's funny you wan' f*ck but you ain't spend it yet
Boy, we know you broke, you just got money on the internet
Know that chain ain't yours, that's your homie's, need to give it back
Mad he took me shoppin' and got put out like a cigarette

Casino, I got nothin' but chips, fly your ass somewhere you never been
Move like the president, pussy good, she barely ask for shit
Lil' mama heaven sent, I'm too P, she get upgraded still
Her wrist and necklace lit, car too fast, ain't catchin' this (ayy, ayy)
I got plenty checks, pink diamonds and baguettes
Treat me like the president, angel like I'm heaven sent
I don't do no workers, got your boss buyin' me Birkins, yeah
Bad up in person, pussy grip just like a virgin, yeah

I just think it's funny, you want money, you not f*ckin' yet
Paper, it ain't nothin', now I let it burn like Usher did
Baby, f*ck your lashes, get your ass, you get your stomach did (ayy)
Treat her ass like action, I just smack her, I don't cuff the bitch (oh)
I just think it's funny you wan' f*ck but you ain't spend it yet
Boy, we know you broke, you just got money on the internet
Know that chain ain't yours, that's your homie's, need to give it back
Mad he took me shoppin' and got put out like a cigarette

Finna Goyard all my baggies, rich but I'll still f*ck a ratchet
Lit up, you can tell I'm havin', snatch a thick bitch out of Magic
I got bitches, Houston, Cali, call me Papi in Miami
NYC, they call me Daddy, classy bitch but keep it nasty
Flawless VV's bussin' all my diamonds crush, I'm super up
If she ain't got a hundred up in the bag, she ain't one of us
I like gettin' the money up out of niggas I don't wanna f*ck
They be tryna trap me with a baby, tryna hold me up

I just think it's funny, you want money, you not f*ckin' yet
Paper, it ain't nothin', now I let it burn like Usher did
Baby, f*ck your lashes, get your ass, you get your stomach did (ayy)
Treat her ass like action, I just smack her, I don't cuff the bitch (oh)
I just think it's funny you wan' f*ck but you ain't spend it yet
Boy, we know you broke, you just got money on the internet
Know that chain ain't yours, that's your homie's, need to give it back
Mad he took me shoppin' and got put out like a cigarette
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(Have you ever been to London?) (Cheeze)
(Go Grizzly)
(Marii Beatz, turn it up)

I just think it's funny, you want money, you not f*ckin' yet
Paper, it ain't nothin', now I let it burn like Usher did
Baby, f*ck your lashes, get your ass, you get your stomach did (ayy)
Treat her ass like action, I just smack her, I don't cuff the bitch (oh)
I just think it's funny you wan' f*ck but you ain't spend it yet
Boy, we know you broke, you just got money on the internet
Know that chain ain't yours, that's your homie's, need to give it back
Mad he took me shoppin' and got put out like a cigarette

Casino, I got nothin' but chips, fly your ass somewhere you never been
Move like the president, pussy good, she barely ask for shit
Lil' mama heaven sent, I'm too P, she get upgraded still
Her wrist and necklace lit, car too fast, ain't catchin' this (ayy, ayy)
I got plenty checks, pink diamonds and baguettes
Treat me like the president, angel like I'm heaven sent
I don't do no workers, got your boss buyin' me Birkins, yeah
Bad up in person, pussy grip just like a virgin, yeah

I just think it's funny, you want money, you not f*ckin' yet
Paper, it ain't nothin', now I let it burn like Usher did
Baby, f*ck your lashes, get your ass, you get your stomach did (ayy)
Treat her ass like action, I just smack her, I don't cuff the bitch (oh)
I just think it's funny you wan' f*ck but you ain't spend it yet
Boy, we know you broke, you just got money on the internet
Know that chain ain't yours, that's your homie's, need to give it back
Mad he took me shoppin' and got put out like a cigarette

Finna Goyard all my baggies, rich but I'll still f*ck a ratchet
Lit up, you can tell I'm havin', snatch a thick bitch out of Magic
I got bitches, Houston, Cali, call me Papi in Miami
NYC, they call me Daddy, classy bitch but keep it nasty
Flawless VV's bussin' all my diamonds crush, I'm super up
If she ain't got a hundred up in the bag, she ain't one of us
I like gettin' the money up out of niggas I don't wanna f*ck
They be tryna trap me with a baby, tryna hold me up

I just think it's funny, you want money, you not f*ckin' yet
Paper, it ain't nothin', now I let it burn like Usher did
Baby, f*ck your lashes, get your ass, you get your stomach did (ayy)
Treat her ass like action, I just smack her, I don't cuff the bitch (oh)
I just think it's funny you wan' f*ck but you ain't spend it yet
Boy, we know you broke, you just got money on the internet
Know that chain ain't yours, that's your homie's, need to give it back
Mad he took me shoppin' and got put out like a cigarette
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Writer: Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Darryl Patric McCorkell, Jamarii Amere Massey, Jaucquez Lowe, Kevin Andre Price, Lebra Daniels, Marcellus Rayvon Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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