Money money money money money guns and hoes Im a rapper so i rap about my bitches and my bros Nicki Minaj, dat ass is so large But my bootys bigger than your fucking whole garage
Im the best in the game Nobody can touch my fame If you wanna make it rain BITCH you better know my name M to the B to the T to the V Im the number 1 rapper thats what they tell me
All i rap about is how much paper I’ve got On my mothafucking yacht They call me the big shot Twerking like a boss all day and all night Just don’t steal my scissors cos i’m itching to fight
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One million Subscribers So put up your fucking lighters He could wrap it all day whilst eating subway No mayo, mayooo
One Million Subscribers And that numbers gonna go higher He could tie so many bows while he’s spittin that flow No paper cuts, paper cutsss
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I pull up in my ride and i get the girls attention Bitches so bad they be asking for detention When i’m leaving all my shows I’ll be doing all these hoes in my thrift shop clothes whilst taking photos
You watch my vid, You like my vid, You tweet my vid, You need my vidzzzzz I’ve got so many chainz that i wear around my neck And Im so above the game its like you’re watching star trek Hold up hold up hold up Sayyyyyyyy Whatttttttttt You thought i meant rapping like MC Hammer What I’m really talking bout is wrapping like santa I just like to wrap, don’t need a rhyme or a reason I wrap all fucking year not just christmas season
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One Million Subscribers So put up your fucking lighters He could wrap it all day whilst eating subway No mayo, mayooo
One Million Subscribers And that numbers gonna go higher He could tie so many bows while he’s spittin that flow No paper cuts, paper cutsss
One Million Subscribers One Million Subscribers One Million Subscribers One Million Subscribers