Why You Cheat on Me I got Cash

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I see you with that other guy
Why you be cheating on me 'cause I got money?
Got so much cash, why you do that?
I don't wanna see the way you moving
On camera you post it
Why do you do that shit I don't wanna have to roast them
Everybody who's coming for my spot, they can dose off
I can fucking shoot them up whenever I need, I got those
Automatics in my clothes, dawg
I know I f*ck other hoes
Is that what you wanted to hear?
Is that what you want?
I do f*ck other hoes
It doesn't mean you can cheat on me
Bitch you crazy
Drop ten grand on a brand new chain
That's the way, Diamonds sway, ya
On a plane, drink cool aid
Gonna get drunk, ya
I'm ok
This champagne is making me go nuts
I take nuts
Put them in her mouth
Then she scream them out
(Yo we the Whackboys, you already know what the f*ck is up
This shit crazy. Go there and watch our fucking shit, idk, yo, yo)
I load up a magazine, then the trigger easily gonna squeeze
When I need, yeah
I got fucking toolies up by my feet when I ride
I'm with the guys like every night
Don't f*ck with me or you're gonna die
You little bitch, we the whackboys
I see you with that other guy
Why you be cheating on me 'cause I got money?
Got so much cash, why you do that?
I don't wanna see the way you moving
On camera you post it
Why do you do that shit I don't wanna have to roast them
Everybody who's coming for my spot, they can dose off
I can fucking shoot them up whenever I need, I got those
Automatics in my clothes, dawg
We hop out with new automatics
I seen your bitch she ain't no baddie
Grabbing ur bag gotta have it
We need that shit like a addict
You spend that shit on a house
I spend that shit on a Patek
Blowing a zip in the attic
Blow out her back in a brand new G-wagon
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me about no bullshit
Yeah my money ballooning
Me and my homies is lunatics…
For the money
Might buy my money a house
Marry to money no doubt
Know that bitch won't f*ck around
Or treat me like a fool
Treat me like a fool
I swear to god I'm coming after you
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue
I bought my money a crib
I bought my money a villa
She bought herself new acrylics
How you gon' wipe your ass after you shit?
Whilst I'm taking a shit
I'm writing down names of the rappers that I wanna hit
I'm feeling like Santa
I got me a list
Oh you wanna diss?
I wouldn't advise it
Pull up with a helmet and visor
I killing these pussies like Pfizer
And I'm fucking these pussies like Brazzers
I see you with that other guy
Why you be cheating on me 'cause I got money?
Got so much cash, why you do that?
I don't wanna see the way you moving
On camera you post it
Why do you do that shit I don't wanna have to roast them
Everybody who's coming for my spot, they can dose off
I can fucking shoot them up whenever I need, I got those
Automatics in my clothes, dawg

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