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[Intro: (kid)]
Yeah, yeeeaaah!
We ain't playin' no games, man; we spend money, nigga!
Just do what you do best in life.
That 2012 shit! (Jahlil Beats... holla at me!)

[Verse 1:]
Maaan, I'm just fuckin' these hooees - like I'm crushin' these shooows;
100 dollar shoe strings, now I'm bucks for these hooeses!
Look in my eyes and see cloouuds; - I'm puffin' them O's, (uhh!)
A three-some ain't shit! - I need a couple of those. (uhh!)
Mr. Touch-It-When-I-want, POW! Punch her with the rhymes, (rhymes!)
Tell ya girl we said: "Whassup? " (whassup?) - We jump her all the time.
You got next? I got next aaaf-ter, no need to gas her;
She beekin' up cause I'm a rapper, skeet laughter.
Catch me laughin' at a bank today, laughin' at a bank tomor'
I do these niggas like my son. - Ya should thank my father! (uhh!)
I make it rain harder,
I was late and her ass still shakin' like I hit it with the teaser! (yeah!)
I'm tryna get this money, show me what your mama gave ya! (yeah!)
Appetite is animal, so pardon my behavior. (uhh!)
I split a crowd of bitches at the Garden, I'm the savior (savior!)
Hit after hit. - Knock the heart right outta hater!

Spendin' is my hobby. (u-huh!) - I'm ballin', - sorry! (uhh!)
Lately I've been havin' dreams of crushin' e'rybody! (uh-huuh!)
I'm a see you muthafuckas at the top, (top!)
Then come into my mind, see nothin' but the guap! (guap!)

They thought this shit was done; but the grind don't stop! (yeah!)
I'm runnin' through 'em, one after gun cause I'm hot. (yeah!)
I'm a hit ya hun like a drum make it drop (yeah!)
Then I'm lookin' for another one to taker her spot. (spot!) - JACKPOT!

[Verse 2:]
I'm the rawest in Queens. - It's all for the green! (uh-huh!)
The chicks ain't mine! (naaah!) - They all for the team. (yeah!)
I told her get in the six, - cause they walkin' to me;
I'm 'bout to murk me a bitch. - White chalk on the scene! (yeeaah!)
Money can't buy ya style; my style made to be fly (uh-huuuh!)
I'm from the front so far. - My glass facin' the sky!
She front? She out the same minute! (minute!) - Placin' fives;
She ain't dope! - She don't get digites - or reach my supply.
I'm in the rocket, chasin' paper. - My ego lead the anker;
Ain't no way I'm gon' land this muthafucka unless it's major!
Mami do me a lil' favor! - Don't go catchin' feelings;
Don't you go complainin' cause I'm not used to hearin'!
Uhh! - By 21, I made a million. (million!)
Fast drops in my back drop chillin'. (chillin'!)
Lettin' niggas see me I don't pass blocks spillin' (uh-uuuuh!)
Roll up like a smoker with a bag chopped ceilin'. (ceilin'!)


Spendin' is my hobby... sorry!
Crushin' e'rybody!
Spendin' is my hobby... sorry!
Crushin' e'rybody!

[Chorus] [echoes] [beat stops]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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