(Verse)
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Hold up, money talk so you know what?
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Ain’t nothing to talk about, ye ain’t got enough
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Cuz rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love
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Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fuckin with no scrub
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Niggas want connects, got no plugs
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Nigga say they high, got no buzz
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Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze up
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Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up
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Went on a bang, Went on a bang
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Bitches came for me and my nigga easy
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Threw that bitch out, got that hoe one way
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Said she tryna stay, told that bitch no way
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That’s a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper
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I don’t get mad bitch, I just get even
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T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it
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That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer
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(Hook)
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Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
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See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
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Make it rain even when it’s rained out
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Turn up, bang out
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Bang out, bang out
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Turn up, b-bang out
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Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
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See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
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(Verse)
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Met a bitch last night, won’t believe it
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Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing
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Killed the pussy, in the hotel screamin
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Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
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The room, keep it
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I fucked now I don’t need it
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T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver
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Pipe dreamin, fuckin with a real baller
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The bitch is a bitch so I’m gon call er
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Then they act up, call the backup
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Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered
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Bitch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
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Tell her sit up, got her face down, bitch don’t put yo head up
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Yea, bitin on er ear
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Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir
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I hop up in it, nigga I ain’t never scared
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Closet full of straps and the condom right here
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What I got?
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(Hook)
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Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
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See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
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Make it rain even when it’s rained out
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Turn up, bang out
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Bang out, bang out
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Turn up, b-bang out
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Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
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See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
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(Verse)
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Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin
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Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdin
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Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
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Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
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Rollin down French, I don’t see the hoes jockin
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Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
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My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk
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You can call it what you want
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Either way the shit bump
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I’m a evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
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I’mma put these things on you and never let up
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See my mama, she was home when I was born
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Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born
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But I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas die
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I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide
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Shut the fuck up nigga cuz you ain’t seen shit
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I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip
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A bitch is a bitch
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So if I’m poor or rich
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I talk in the exact same pitch
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Now the title of bitch don’t apply to all women
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But all women have a little bitch in em
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Bang Out
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| Tyga |
