Let me tell you how I do it
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Fun the extra mile in music
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Fuck it, make it four, make these females die to it
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Sippy on the call, I got fluzzies taking shots
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And soon they be so boozy take some noodies and we all
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I got a running level, 15 on a treadmill
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Sweating, over-thinking like who she gotta impress still
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Chin up, look down that little, on the curse for something ill
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But still feel stuck in the middle
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Come pour my cup up, rewind it, bottles suck up
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And that drink that you just poured is not important, come get fucked up
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I got
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Hook:
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Pop money, pop money
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What you want, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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Oh, you forgot I got that
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Pop money, pop money
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What you want, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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You wanna, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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You ain't making pop money
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Cash in, clashes, let's just count our money
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Bet I won't finish the fastest
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Fuck her on a school night, I don't need to finish classes
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I'm looking down the million, that's why I become so classless
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Breakfast is serving and I'm waving a Tarantino
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When the hell freeze on my chains when my chain is still Valentino
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Gucci so appealing like a roofie, got no feelings
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'Cause the game made me an animal so I ain't got no feelings
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Competitions sounds terrific, that's hysterical, where is it?
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You got the biggest buzz in the world but can't sell a fucking ticket
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I got
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Hook:
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Pop money, pop money
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What you want, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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Oh, you forgot I got that
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Pop money, pop money
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What you want, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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You wanna, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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You ain't making pop money
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Rich girls try to lock me in their mansions
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Got her moping, got her moping, know I'm all about expansion
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White girl in the hills of Beverly, bad bitch out on the outside
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Both their dads are richer than me and my crew will ever be
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This is just my POV, need no place, no BOB
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I'm just tryna hit it, if I can't hit, fuck you like Cee Lo Green
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Closer than Brazil yes, I proved to be resilient
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A million ain't coo, what's cool then? Billions
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Come on guy, I wipe my fucking ass with a million dollars
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Blow the confetti, went from photos, shoes were heavy
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So she got the west to kill for her, this co-sing even better
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Hook:
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Pop money, pop money
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What you want, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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Oh, you forgot I got that
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Pop money, pop money
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What you want, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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You wanna, you wanna
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Pop money, pop money
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You ain't making pop money
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Boston boy, I never left either
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Yeah, yeah
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Say, you ain't fucking with that pop money
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Pop money, pop money
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You ain't making pop money
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Pop money, pop money
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You ain't making pop money
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Pop money, pop money
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You ain't making pop money
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Pop Money
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| Sammy Adams |
