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G-M-B, G-M-B, G-M-B
Finesse, you stupid for this
Ayy, look like money, talk like money
Yeah, you smell like money, lotta blue hundreds
Ayy, when we fuckin' come here, baby, stop runnin
Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lot of money
Ayy, look like money, talk like money
Yeah, you smell like money, lotta blue hundreds
Ayy, when we fuckin' come here, baby, stop runnin
Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lot of money
Ayy, bitch, bend it over, don't let me see
She a hoe then she my hoe, don't care about shit done did
I'ma give these niggas hell every day, that's on my kids
Ask my people them
I was in that car when we slid
Held my nigga down, sent him money through his bid
Ayy, where'd I put this shit? I'm hidin' money in the fridge
Ayy, thought that I was over with, they wrong, they was so wrong
What, I look like beefin' with a bum? I'm too hunnid strong
Ayy, between me and Lay, Choo we can get two hundred gone
How you go to sleep, broke? I get fucked up, I ain't comin' home
Ayy, bitch, I ever touched in life, hate to leave me alone
My diamonds real, my street cred official, and my money long
Ayy, I'm lookin' like
Ayy, look like money, talk like money
Ayy, you smell like money, lotta blue hundreds
Ayy, when we fuckin' come here, baby, stop runnin
Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lot of money
Ayy, look like money, talk like money
Ayy, you smell like money, lotta blue hundred
Ayy, when we fuckin' come here, baby, stop runnin
Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lot of money
Bitch, you know I look good
Fried chicken, call him Beezy ass, cause he cook good
Catch a opp in traffic, push a button, get him shook good
Ayy, eatin' on a pussy, hit the clit and I'ma hit the hood
Ayy, she ride it like a soldier, a soldier
Say, it's some drank up in that cup, you better not spill my soda
Ayy, gave her money for Balenciaga but she ride the Fashion Nova
If it's up, then what we talkin' for, but I'ma fuck you over
Had to slow down on him, yerks, cause I be trippin' to bipolar
Bitch, I look like a meal ticket
I buy P's in California, shoot them hoes from Mississippi
Niggas hate you and love you in disguise, it get tricky
Crack city where I'm from, niggas say they mama 50
Tryna get that money
Ayy, look like money, talk like money
Ayy, you smell like money, lotta blue hundreds
Ayy, when we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin
Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lotta money
Ayy, look like money, talk like money
Ayy, you smell like money, lotta blue hundreds
Ayy, when we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin
Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lotta money
Ayy, you smell like money
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nakia norman
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