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You can't stop me money boy, I'm getting away with the dollars
I'm going to use them to fund my terrorist organization
We do this on the daily, the flow is hella wavy
She let me poutine so you know I'm feeling gravy
Got no money but your girl calls me baby
And she got so wet I thought I was in the navy
Can't spell honest if you can't nest the hoe
My next one, your ex one, see how low she go
I'm a bad man, bagging angels on the down low
Got a main bitch but let's see what she knows
She sells seashells by the seashore
We smoke, we fuck, we drink, she out the door
Was broke, worked hard, got paid, I'm in Dior
Your bitch named Dior, yeah, I'm in Dior
Shut your whining bitch ass up
I don't fuck with Eeyore if you talking shit
I'ma throw you out the front door
She asking me how much skin in the game I have
I say I only got four, four, four
I just copped a Fox four but that's not what I mean
When I say she's blowing my whistle
Huh, what you saying pookie
Ghost face, killer in this shit
I ain't no rookie slasher movie villain
How I slide in all these pussies
Yeah, pull up touchdown like a running back
Hut one, hut two, bitch throw that ass back
Hot off the tarmac, yeah, you know I run these tracks
Goddamn money boy, you got a fat ass
Having a fat ass, only life I knew
Jacking bus passes, only way to get to the movies
And these whack ass rat bitches
Always pretending that they knew me
Cause money making moves, the moves are all money
Suck a bitch's clit, she says thank you honey
Did too much blow, my nose is getting runny
So I took some pills, and now it's always sunny
But I'm not from Philadelphia
All these rappers out of breath, they got lipedemia
Your girls suck my dick in El Libreria
I told you shut the fuck up, this a silent area
Like bitch you're making too much noise
We gon' get kicked out of here
Ay yo, what the fuck, did I say I was done
I'm never done, except when I cum
My seed's in everyone, like Attila the Hun
Or is it Genghis Khan
Either way I get laid from here to Africa
You get friend zoned, from here to Africa
I'm in the end zone, like a football player
You're getting rejected, the girls say see you later
But then they see me, and say ooh I'll see you later
College girl giving me brain, yeah she earned that degree
Coming a little shorty, go down and take a knee
Shit that hurts, I'm sorry, I forgot you need a knee brace
Cause you play volleyball, and you got bad knees
That's my bad, I don't got my degree like you
But I'm in progress, yeah
If I'm being honest, between me and you
I don't wanna be ya, she an English major
So I told her let me stick my dick in your mouth
We can practice onomatopoeia
After that I promise that I'll see you little
Cause you know I'm heading to a friend's later
And we're drinking sangria
And fuck with me, I'll pull up to your door
Like Jehovah give me a couple years
I'll be driving a Rover