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a Billion
Go get some cash don't be silly
If you don't die keep on killing
If you don't die keep on killing
No she can't come around
Grinding like all

hating and I value life and shit
I always move by myself and be short with my words I don’t do all that cappn shit
I rather get to a bag
I’m independent

That niggas a rat, his talking was hot, so we got him to chill
Then we right back on them dollars
Holding the cash by the collar, my bank looking so

former good cop, what he worked as
Her rosy red hair pale exterior all he sees is more cash
Manipulative he's so bad it takes root and then sprouts fast

Into: it don't take a lot to make a Red Bone Smile
Your All I Need to get by

fa sho I be down fa you when ever u need me, foreal boi it's me

a Gucci link
All the pretty girls wink and I tell em, "You stink!"
Yes, I act so conceited cause I'm a full-breeded
Money-makin, not Jamaican, and no way

the size of monkey fingers 
And you know that I’m the coldest heard your album shit was bogus 
Nighas say a lot shit the real ones flex by showing 
Got some

fuck on your bitch you ain't do shit about it (nah)
I got lots cash it dont fit in a wallet (aye)
You talking that shit while I count up my digits (cash

on a handstand
I've been working getting money spend 2 bands on a pair of pants
Yall aint hard you just talk a lot I can tell by your passive stance
You dont like

to discover
Time to get it going, got a lot of ground to cover
Dance floor packed from front to back with bitches dressed revealing
Seems like it's a dream,

the best,making imperfections perfect
But yeah
My shoes Italian like I got them from the lady Bucci
Said I wanna change but might as well get me some Gucci
Lots

address it
All on the internet typing aggressive
You not insured that you'll be progressive
We bout that cash you can tell by the gestures
Hand on my piece

I got produce on me, product on me, lots of veggies, molly rollin'
Got shit ready by the corner, I be on my lonesome
Fuck it it's a party, it's

to that bag, no, we can't break up
They say two hundred thou' cash, I say, "That shit ain't enough"
You would think I signed to Bando 'cause I got dog

Ladies 1st

Eve

Diamond Princess

2002

twist
Gucci on the hip, butta Lucci on the wrists
And we off glass, we glistenin', you listenin
I got that new shit like William holla
You thinking

sticks

Not even twelve can come find us
Nor can they even confine us
Honestly don't even mind us
All of the worst is behind us
Watching my life hurry by

over, leave em in the rear
A lot of y'all dear to me 
A lot of y'all just deer 
Stuck in em headlights tryna get that head high
Buyin designer but can't

This shit kinda easy I swear but
Coming from the bricks was hard I swear
This Gucci fur came from a bear
I'm having unknown by the pair
I'm having cash I

a trance the way that she move it (Ooo)
Mixin’ fruits into a lil smoothie
Hit a lil dance like Lil Uzi (Aye)
Life is good I’m Gucci
I can’t help it I’m

I set it off now this bitch about to jump

Kid in the booth eating beats up for lunch 

Love stacks of cash so I grabbed them by the bunch 

Now we

way baby
It is what it is nah you can'
Lately all my shit now fendi gucci
About time my gaff a bit more roomy
If you don't like it kid go ahead sue me

And therefore, if we engage in self-transformation, we engage in the transformation of the nation
And ultimately in the transformation of the world

I said, cash

Get Money Gang Got sticks like the navy.
Get Money Gang treat the cash like a baby.
Ion give a fuck, Nunna deehs niggas got swag like my gang.
Nunna

some,               
I'm do freestyle
She twerk bailando el mambo

Baby where you from?
Colombia, Spain, Bahamas, Italia
c lot of cash, Euros, Dollars