Your niggas hangin’ My niggas ballin’, Poppin’ million dollars bare into Magnum bottles, My bitch is pacin’ Your bitch is bored, Fuck that, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning. Fill a debt for your millionaire Make me that nigger. Wipe my ass with the riches Like they’re some toilet tissue. I saw you bitches How you play them niggas. Them bitches ain’t on that Nigga, cause they’re on this You put more money in, I put more money in. I’m like ‘Be gone, bitch Be gone, bitch.’ I’ll pop the guard Turn on my On switch. We got a new rose Came to me Jose She said ‘Did that work’, And I was like ‘OK’ She said ‘Give me money’ I was like ‘No way’ She got mad and texted my phone It ain’t no word if it ain’t no play. Buy my shit, it’s superhot I named my album ‘’Summerjam’’. Tell ‘em I am coming now Tell ‘em I am coming, cool. Motherfucker let it hose, All them bitches coming soon.
#Rick ross zip the bag up mac
I’m Superman My bitch is superfly I make a man wanna kill himself, suicide That nigga play at me He knows not to do it Cause I got a big Mac And that bitch, be suicide. I be on all kinds of shit Boy, I get all kinds of cash, Monday, I’ma wear my Jays, Tuesday, my Prada bag, Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton, And say: How you been? I say: Doin’ fine. Make me bring them sticks out AKA, look, they’re comin’ Them niggas ‘re kinda nice Which means that they kinda act. Yeah, nigga, lot of cash Bad bitch, light a ash, Let it get me kinda fast It got to his head, it’s kinda mean. Fuck with the winner Minx in a winner Fill a debt for your millionaire Make me that nigger.
My dream cabanas That’s where they’ll probably find us Tell me now the jam, I sayonara to you others. These niggas gettin’ sick Somebody call a doctor Cause all this blood’s drippin’ twenty rays on Louis Vuitton I got Dolce and Gabanna, Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fly saddle, white socks, boy, I got a lotta. Dollars flashin’ like a camera My whip sounds like a Mustang My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar-spasm. I got these niggas hangig’ on me But I don’t give a fuck Because they’re bitches who don’t know me I’m just countin’ all this money And buyin’ all these hammers, So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas. If it ain’t right, it ain’t right Zip the bag up.
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