Dirty money turn to gold money, we got royces lined up look like its homecoming
They know exactly who done got it talking but who run it
Get off yo ass go find a bag, go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you trynna make the news homie
She see these diamonds and designer now ya boo want me
I been has flavor since a child could make a milf horny
She been want me, claiming that hoe yours I guess we sharing homie
Got codeine my liver ya see, my bitch is as bad as can be
Might take her to Turks on the beach, girl lets get way for the week
Don't worry ill pay for your weave, it's a rich nigga status that you living in
We gone stand on what we speak, we ain't gone act off no adrenaline
We got rich nigga vibes, take my main hoe to Saks she get everything she like
I might cop a lamb truck just to get my baby right
Just to turn the scene up, its a party on the weekend
Bitches freaking, baddies and they geeking
This a boss party nigga you a weakling, we keep that hot hand in rotation like a ceiling fan
Heard you been a fan
Cause hoes we pimping, the broads we getting
The money we flipping is only funding up the way that we living
And ion see me in no better position, I had so many talk down on the name
Said I won't gone be a great, but they only sending hate cause I'm gone be sum that they aint
I'm trynna teach em, ya friends be leeching
Don't give em a reason, to make them think that they could ever access your chip
I got a bag to get nigga, ain't got a bag can't get with ya
My mind been focusing on getting richer, by any mean I need that seven figures yeah
Dirty money turn to gold money, we got royces lined up look like its homecoming
They know exactly who done got it talking but who run it
Get off yo ass go find a bag, go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you trynna make the news homie
She see these diamonds and designer now ya boo want me
I been has flavor since a child could make a milf horny
She been want me, claiming that hoe yours I guess we sharing homie
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Dirty money turn to gold money, we got royces lined up look like its homecoming
They know exactly who done got it talking but who run it
Get off yo ass go find a bag, go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you trynna make the news homie
She see these diamonds and designer now ya boo want me
I been has flavor since a child could make a milf horny
She been want me, claiming that hoe yours I guess we sharing homie
Got codeine my liver ya see, my bitch is as bad as can be
Might take her to Turks on the beach, girl lets get way for the week
Don't worry ill pay for your weave, it's a rich nigga status that you living in
We gone stand on what we speak, we ain't gone act off no adrenaline
We got rich nigga vibes, take my main hoe to Saks she get everything she like
I might cop a lamb truck just to get my baby right
Just to turn the scene up, its a party on the weekend
Bitches freaking, baddies and they geeking
This a boss party nigga you a weakling, we keep that hot hand in rotation like a ceiling fan
Heard you been a fan
Cause hoes we pimping, the broads we getting
The money we flipping is only funding up the way that we living
And ion see me in no better position, I had so many talk down on the name
Said I won't gone be a great, but they only sending hate cause I'm gone be sum that they aint
I'm trynna teach em, ya friends be leeching
Don't give em a reason, to make them think that they could ever access your chip
I got a bag to get nigga, ain't got a bag can't get with ya
My mind been focusing on getting richer, by any mean I need that seven figures yeah
Dirty money turn to gold money, we got royces lined up look like its homecoming
They know exactly who done got it talking but who run it
Get off yo ass go find a bag, go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you trynna make the news homie
She see these diamonds and designer now ya boo want me
I been has flavor since a child could make a milf horny
She been want me, claiming that hoe yours I guess we sharing homie
They know exactly who done got it talking but who run it
Get off yo ass go find a bag, go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you trynna make the news homie
She see these diamonds and designer now ya boo want me
I been has flavor since a child could make a milf horny
She been want me, claiming that hoe yours I guess we sharing homie
Got codeine my liver ya see, my bitch is as bad as can be
Might take her to Turks on the beach, girl lets get way for the week
Don't worry ill pay for your weave, it's a rich nigga status that you living in
We gone stand on what we speak, we ain't gone act off no adrenaline
We got rich nigga vibes, take my main hoe to Saks she get everything she like
I might cop a lamb truck just to get my baby right
Just to turn the scene up, its a party on the weekend
Bitches freaking, baddies and they geeking
This a boss party nigga you a weakling, we keep that hot hand in rotation like a ceiling fan
Heard you been a fan
Cause hoes we pimping, the broads we getting
The money we flipping is only funding up the way that we living
And ion see me in no better position, I had so many talk down on the name
Said I won't gone be a great, but they only sending hate cause I'm gone be sum that they aint
I'm trynna teach em, ya friends be leeching
Don't give em a reason, to make them think that they could ever access your chip
I got a bag to get nigga, ain't got a bag can't get with ya
My mind been focusing on getting richer, by any mean I need that seven figures yeah
Dirty money turn to gold money, we got royces lined up look like its homecoming
They know exactly who done got it talking but who run it
Get off yo ass go find a bag, go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you trynna make the news homie
She see these diamonds and designer now ya boo want me
I been has flavor since a child could make a milf horny
She been want me, claiming that hoe yours I guess we sharing homie
Writer: Greshun Been
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