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throwing money in the air like i don’t really care
standing on the chair like i don’t really care
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care
no i don’t, i don’t, i don’t, i don’t really care x 2
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care

waka flockaaa!
i keep them bad bitches yelling it
thugged out rich as hell plus i’m throwing dick
drunk as shit, everywhere i go i’m yellin bricksquad monopoly loud as shit
throwing money in the air fuck it i don’t care
50 for the ear rings that’s 100 for a pair
versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
sparkles on my champagne independence day
i ain’t really want yo number yo friend look better anyway

throwing money in the air like i don’t really care
standing on the chair like i don’t really care
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care
no i don’t, i don’t, i don’t, i don’t really care x 2
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care

gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up
keep some green to roll up, i run it like a motor
you see the way i pull up, attention like a soldier
what you expect to happen now i’m swaggin on the sofa
i be so reckless, spend 100, 000 on my necklace
that mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
and we can take it there nigga i ain’t never scared

throwing money in the air like i don’t really care
standing on the chair like i don’t really care
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care
no i don’t, i don’t, i don’t, i don’t really care x 2
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care

i see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
mean mug them back yellin out i’m gettin cake x2

10,000 worth of ones on the way, he ain’t playin with
a check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
she left with me, uhhh, interception
he saying he gone kill me when he catch me but i
don’t really care i don’t, i don’t, i don’t really care x 2
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really carelly care.

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