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J. Mari

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I'm thinking bout cashing it out put some diamonds on me they the price of your house 
Tell that old little bitch baby beat it you out 
Bitch your pussy was weak really feeling the drought 
Send yo dogs after you they was playing as scouts 
Send my check through the mail got enough in pouch 
Bitch I walk in Versace i'm buying it out 
Fucked your bitch on the sprinter and nut in her mouth 

When I get it I got it nobody can stop it 
Bitch i'm up for the score and nobody can block it 
I got twenty something bands and that's stuffed in pocket 
Let that boy hit a lick til' that hornet say stop it 
Got eight for this n***a most of em gone pop em 
Double r dripping blood like a stuttering rocket 
Slap her ass with the mag and I told her to pop it 
And i'm grabbing on ass, as she riding my rocket

Walking out of Neiman Marcus bitch i'm looking really fly 
Bitch I pop every tag and I pray they gone die 
Smoke that dutch for the gang everyday i've been high 
I've been climbing many years for the top i'm gone rise 
I'm feeling like rocky i'm always gone strive 
I shoot for the head double points for the eye 
Got smoke Well then blow it I ain't ready for the ties 
N****s throwing up the C's with the blood hmm naaa 

Feeling like the man cause i'm bussin 
Billion dollar n***a turned nothing into something yeah 
When I get it i'm jumping six hundred text 
F*ck that bitch cause i'm thuggin (Yeah) 
Armed in this bitch we hugging (Yeah) 
Making this money I love it (Yeah) 
Claim he a shooter he thuggin (Bow) 
Forget all this shit know nothing (Yeah) 

I'm thinking bout cashing it out put some gold in my house need to find me a spouse 
Gonna slap on her ass put my dick her mouth 
I ain't taking it out baby this what you bout (Yeah, yeah) 
Walk in the bitch let it out for the bands in my hands and whats under the couch 
I got thirty two thousand that's zipped in my pouch 
Number one on the charts it just tripled my mount 

When I get it I got it nobody can stop it 
Bitch i'm up for the score and nobody can block it 
I got twenty something bands and that's stuffed in pocket 
Let that boy hit a lick till that hornet say stop it 
Got eight for this nigga most of em gone pop em 
Double r dripping blood like a stuttering rocket 
Slap her ass with the mag and I told her to pop it 
And i'm grabbing on ass as she riding my rocket

When I get it I got it we high and straight bopping 
I fill up my pocket and ice out my body 
They pop like a soda them boys cannot drop me 
I live where you dreaming you never could top me 
Got hittas they posted they strong arming bodies 
They stay right behind me and even beside me 
I load up my tooley I bus it come find me 
A glock call it Bobby now n***a come try me 

But on a real note bro when you get that money bruh you gotta invest bruh 
You gotta put up bruh 
You can splurge but you gotta be smart with it n***a

When I get it I got it nobody can stop it 
Bitch i'm up for the score and nobody can block it 
I got twenty something bands and that's stuffed in pocket 
Let that boy hit a lick till that hornet say stop it 
Got eight for this n***a most of em gone pop em 
Double r dripping blood like a stuttering rocket 
Slap her ass with the mag and I told her to pop it 
And i'm grabbing on ass as she riding my rocket

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