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My money thick like Bris Bane
Rock on the wrist like whip game
Wokkin' the dish like pyrex
We on a ship that's hitek
My money thick like Bris Bane
Rock on the wrist like whip game
Wokkin' the dish like pyrex
We on a ship that's hitek
Now I'm on a boat
And I'm counting these millions
I'm on a boat
And I don't got no feelings
I'm on a boat
And I'm counting these millions
I'm on a boat
And I don't got no feelings
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That's a collection
I got your block running money collection
I got the wokk if you wanted to stretch it
Hot at the spot and I'm fresh out of phedrine
Bending this bitch like I'm Beckham
Deep at the farm when I'm totin a weapon
Come to the north well then you better check in
Running with Killas well you get the message
Andele andele andele
You know that Majik be on the ariba
You never see me like Cena
Bitch I'ma walk in the club with my nina
From the southside with the heater
Now I'm on Cayo P with the visa
Now my entire team putting P's up
They wanna follow me like it's tweeter
My money thick like Bris Bane
Rock on the wrist like whip game
Wokkin' the dish like pyrex
We on a ship that's hitek
My money thick like Bris Bane
Rock on the wrist like whip game
Wokkin' the dish like pyrex
We on a ship that's hitek
Now I'm on a boat
And I'm counting these millions
I'm on a boat
And I don't got no feelings
I'm on a boat
And I'm counting these millions
I'm on a boat
And I don't got no feelings
My money sick it got a cold
My money long it never fold
I tell your bitch to drop it low
She shakin' that ass all up over the floor
I call her my grape when she move on that pole
You can be my vixen
Got the spotlight I be tippin
Getcha numbers That's the mission
Aye
Whippin' and servin' it up
Sippin' wokk I got that lean in my gut
Baby K and Majik we run it up
Now just watch the commas I be countin' em up
I go to Bill's I'm throwin' bills
Pour up a cup I might pop a pill
See Anna Mae cause she know the deal
Don't you still got the glock homie
Be forreal
Yuh
My money thick like Bris Bane
Rock on the wrist like whip game
Wokkin' the dish like pyrex
We on a ship that's hitek
My money thick like Bris Bane
Rock on the wrist like whip game
Wokkin' the dish like pyrex
We on a ship that's hitek
Now I'm on a boat
And I'm counting these millions
I'm on a boat
And I don't got no feelings
I'm on a boat
And I'm counting these millions
I'm on a boat
And I don't got no feelings
That's on the cellular phone
You probably never been on
Baby I'm still in the zone
Whole gang putting on
Fresh out of what man?
Still got a gun man
You better run damn
WRITERS
Felix Black
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