[Hook x2] If it ain't about the money nigga, I don't wanna hear it Pray in the UK if it ain't foreign nigga, I don't wanna wear it Pulled up in the foreign from a block away vroom, ya can hear it I ain't scared of no nigga, it's only God that I'm fearing
[Verse 1] Pull up with yo main bitch, what you talking about Cuz she only wanna fuck a nigga, cuz I'm hot now Let em say I ain't getting money, bitch stop now Cuz they ain't be no snitching over here mothafucka don't you ever bring the cops round All my niggas with the gang and you know they gon' throwed at If you repping this club, girl you know you gotta throw that Real niggas step in the building, real money will be rocking the club Lay your bitch mad that you with you cuz you wanna come fuck with a thug All my niggas stay down, still down with it If ya talking about the money boy, lets go get it Got a heavy plan for it though, shits real my nigga I'm cold hearted bout this cold hearted money I don't care how you feel my nigga
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[Verse 2] Still down with the day ones Yeah I'm still down with the day ones All them niggas my niggas Yeah all them niggas my niggas All this champagne bottles in this motherfucking club girl you know you gotta drink that Now I know your name girl, gimme your [?] take back Clicquot for my niggas Ciroq for the hoes I be having drinks on how high a nigga get that shit for low Don't trip my nigga I could make a phone call if ya want that bird And I ain't even tripping on your bitch homeboy I don't want that bird But a nigga still flexing and I'm way up in Texas Some way up in Houston And your bitch still texting