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I want that money, need them dimes, huh I just know that money is that only way to grind, huh the grind, huh I need that cash, need it right now I need it right now, these bitches on my pipe now I think they want it right now These hoes need to pipe down, you wasn't on my dick when I was broke as shit Make ya bitch go ghost, Hocus Pocus shit I'm never going back to being broke as shit Some people think I'm rich now, but I Really wanna be like really, really rich Be like, be like really rich, yeah Be like really, really, really, really rich I know how to get it, but no one better snitch yeah No one better snitch yeah, who in here a snitch ay? If not, then raise your fucking hand in the air if you paid and I just wanna know if, tonight you gettin' laid and I just wanna know, raise your hand if you made it Raise your hand, it's your birthday, get faded Trusting motherfuckers really start to get boring Niggas really cut you off with no warning Mama call me hypocritical, cause I be on that shit I ain't learn to be a real motherfucker, I was born that shit Yeah, I want that money, need them dimes huh, I just know that money is that only way to grind, huh the grind, huh I need that cash, need it right now I need it right now, these bitches on my pipe now I think they want it right now These hoes need to pipe down You wasn't on my dick when I was broke as shit Make ya bitch go ghost, Hocus Pocus shit I'm never goin' back to bein' broke as shit Some people think I'm rich now, but I Really wanna be like really, really rich Be like really rich, yeah Be like really, really, really, really rich Hold up, wait a minute I just got, some money in My bank account, and I'm tryna spend it So let's hit the casino, baby Any game, I'm winnin', yeah, I'm winnin' in life If I fucked you once, then I'm fuckin' you twice Especially when I get on Wake up in the morn', wantin' the money and I want it long You ain't really 'bout your cash, we can't get along No, it ain't a song Gettin' to the cash and I get that shit alone No, you can't get a loan And no don't call my phone if you ain't sellin' dope Talkin' when inhale and that shit punch my throat If you wanna know how I get them bands, lil' nigga, I can show you I ain't like your friends under busses, I won't throw you How can I hate you, motherfucker, I don't know you Ayy, yeah, I want that money, need them dimes, huh I just know that money is that only way to grind, huh, the grind, huh I need that cash, need it right now I need it right now, these bitches on my pipe now I think they want it right now These hoes need to pipe down You wasn't on my dick when I was broke as shit Make ya bitch go ghost, hocus pocus shit I'm never going back to being broke as shit
Writer(s): Key Livingston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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