30 million in my pocket, all I got is money, man
30 million in my pocket, all I got is money, man
30 million in my pocket, all I got is money, man
All I got is money, man
Five bad bitches, four big spenders
Three ace of spades, he want two for dinner
One in the morning, got a couple hours left
We gon' f*ck the club up
Real ass bitch to my last breath
And I'm super pretty, I run the city
I see y'all tryn,but can't get up with me
My pockets fat, but this ass colossal
Get rich, f*ck trying, yeah, that's the motto
He wanna spend a bag, get what I want
Don't gotta ask, long as that money right
This pussy tight, hell yeah, I gotta brag
Na na na na, wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up, from the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me, nothin' you can tell me
Na na na na, wait till I get my money right
I got niggas lined up, from the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me, nothin' you can tell me
I got my face down, my ass up
210 I'm whippin', can't catch up
My windows tinted, but I put them down
I'ma hang out the roof with my hands up
It cost to look like this, bitch, im big cid, I'm makin' hits
Bitches ugly as ducklins
Bet that hoe can't duck this switch
These bitches know what's up with me
These bitches keep it so cute in person
How the f*ck you sayin' its up with me
Doin' all that talkin', you gon' have to prove it
Why your nigga tryna get in touch with me
He lickin' on the rich, bitch
This pussy taste expensive
Keep talkin' bout he miss it
5 Bad bitches, 4 big spenders
Three ace of spades, he want two for dinner
One in the morning, got a couple hours left
We gon' f*ck the club up
Real ass bitch til my last breath
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up
From the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me
Nothin' you can tell me
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up
From the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me
Nothin' you can tell me
Oh, oh, it ain't nothin' you can tell me
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30 million in my pocket, all I got is money, man
30 million in my pocket, all I got is money, man
30 million in my pocket, all I got is money, man
All I got is money, man
Five bad bitches, four big spenders
Three ace of spades, he want two for dinner
One in the morning, got a couple hours left
We gon' f*ck the club up
Real ass bitch to my last breath
And I'm super pretty, I run the city
I see y'all tryn,but can't get up with me
My pockets fat, but this ass colossal
Get rich, f*ck trying, yeah, that's the motto
He wanna spend a bag, get what I want
Don't gotta ask, long as that money right
This pussy tight, hell yeah, I gotta brag
Na na na na, wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up, from the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me, nothin' you can tell me
Na na na na, wait till I get my money right
I got niggas lined up, from the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me, nothin' you can tell me
I got my face down, my ass up
210 I'm whippin', can't catch up
My windows tinted, but I put them down
I'ma hang out the roof with my hands up
It cost to look like this, bitch, im big cid, I'm makin' hits
Bitches ugly as ducklins
Bet that hoe can't duck this switch
These bitches know what's up with me
These bitches keep it so cute in person
How the f*ck you sayin' its up with me
Doin' all that talkin', you gon' have to prove it
Why your nigga tryna get in touch with me
He lickin' on the rich, bitch
This pussy taste expensive
Keep talkin' bout he miss it
5 Bad bitches, 4 big spenders
Three ace of spades, he want two for dinner
One in the morning, got a couple hours left
We gon' f*ck the club up
Real ass bitch til my last breath
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up
From the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me
Nothin' you can tell me
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up
From the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me
Nothin' you can tell me
Oh, oh, it ain't nothin' you can tell me
30 million in my pocket, all I got is money, man
30 million in my pocket, all I got is money, man
All I got is money, man
Five bad bitches, four big spenders
Three ace of spades, he want two for dinner
One in the morning, got a couple hours left
We gon' f*ck the club up
Real ass bitch to my last breath
And I'm super pretty, I run the city
I see y'all tryn,but can't get up with me
My pockets fat, but this ass colossal
Get rich, f*ck trying, yeah, that's the motto
He wanna spend a bag, get what I want
Don't gotta ask, long as that money right
This pussy tight, hell yeah, I gotta brag
Na na na na, wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up, from the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me, nothin' you can tell me
Na na na na, wait till I get my money right
I got niggas lined up, from the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me, nothin' you can tell me
I got my face down, my ass up
210 I'm whippin', can't catch up
My windows tinted, but I put them down
I'ma hang out the roof with my hands up
It cost to look like this, bitch, im big cid, I'm makin' hits
Bitches ugly as ducklins
Bet that hoe can't duck this switch
These bitches know what's up with me
These bitches keep it so cute in person
How the f*ck you sayin' its up with me
Doin' all that talkin', you gon' have to prove it
Why your nigga tryna get in touch with me
He lickin' on the rich, bitch
This pussy taste expensive
Keep talkin' bout he miss it
5 Bad bitches, 4 big spenders
Three ace of spades, he want two for dinner
One in the morning, got a couple hours left
We gon' f*ck the club up
Real ass bitch til my last breath
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up
From the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me
Nothin' you can tell me
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Wait til I get my money right
I got niggas lined up
From the left to the right
It ain't nothin' you can tell me
Nothin' you can tell me
Oh, oh, it ain't nothin' you can tell me
Writer: Poppin Cid
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid