Patek phillipe uhhh
I got the money on me uhh
That bitch want it for keeps uhh
She don't get nothing from me uhh
I go to the beach but I got my niggas wit me uhh
My money is growing on Trees
So all of my Niggas gon eat
Hatin niggas can't believe
And you the type to fuss wit the bitch
I'm In out... then I got leave
Young nigga raising the Radar
I'm popping out lm a Allstar
Rocky he running up paper
He bouta cop em a AR
An I get me some more
I got that shit you can't afford
You know that he shook when he pray to the lord
You know I cook cause I run up the score
I gotta get me some more
Peanut butter guts butterfly doors
Bitches looking when I walk in the store
Can't trust a bitch so I had to ignore
Her... Look at the heart on my shirt
I hit the fade like I'm dirk I spit on the track yeah I'm going the work
Niggas is Lame niggas is rats we needa hand em a purse
Niggas is hating that's worst
You finish in second I finish in first
Bitch!
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Patek phillipe uhhh
I got the money on me uhh
That bitch want it for keeps uhh
She don't get nothing from me uhh
I go to the beach but I got my niggas wit me uhh
My money is growing on Trees
So all of my Niggas gon eat
Hatin niggas can't believe
And you the type to fuss wit the bitch
I'm In out... then I got leave
Young nigga raising the Radar
I'm popping out lm a Allstar
Rocky he running up paper
He bouta cop em a AR
An I get me some more
I got that shit you can't afford
You know that he shook when he pray to the lord
You know I cook cause I run up the score
I gotta get me some more
Peanut butter guts butterfly doors
Bitches looking when I walk in the store
Can't trust a bitch so I had to ignore
Her... Look at the heart on my shirt
I hit the fade like I'm dirk I spit on the track yeah I'm going the work
Niggas is Lame niggas is rats we needa hand em a purse
Niggas is hating that's worst
You finish in second I finish in first
Bitch!
I got the money on me uhh
That bitch want it for keeps uhh
She don't get nothing from me uhh
I go to the beach but I got my niggas wit me uhh
My money is growing on Trees
So all of my Niggas gon eat
Hatin niggas can't believe
And you the type to fuss wit the bitch
I'm In out... then I got leave
Young nigga raising the Radar
I'm popping out lm a Allstar
Rocky he running up paper
He bouta cop em a AR
An I get me some more
I got that shit you can't afford
You know that he shook when he pray to the lord
You know I cook cause I run up the score
I gotta get me some more
Peanut butter guts butterfly doors
Bitches looking when I walk in the store
Can't trust a bitch so I had to ignore
Her... Look at the heart on my shirt
I hit the fade like I'm dirk I spit on the track yeah I'm going the work
Niggas is Lame niggas is rats we needa hand em a purse
Niggas is hating that's worst
You finish in second I finish in first
Bitch!
Writer: Larry Martin
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