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[feat. Rick Ross]

I don't care about money no more.
If it ain't right, it ain't right
Zip the bag up.
Drop it right there.
[Background female voice:]
Maybach music.

[Verse 1:]
I got these niggas hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
Because they're bitches waiting on me
I'm just countin' all this money
And buyin' all these hammers,
So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas.
Diamonds flashin' like a camera
My whip sounds like a Monster
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponser.
These niggas gettin' sick
Somebody call a doctor
Cause all this blood's drippin' twenty racks I Louie Vuitton'em
I go Dolce and Gabanna,
Gucci, Louis, Prada,
Fly as hell, like YSL, cause boy, I got a lotta.
My dream be like cabanas
That's where they'll probably find us
Tell me now the jam, like sayonara to you honor.

It's for them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with a winner
Minks in the winter
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' million dollars bare into Magnum bottles,
My bitch is pacin'
Your bitch is boring,
Fucked her that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

[Verse 2:]
Young nigga, lot of cash
Bad bitch, lot of ass,
Let it get me kinda fast
It got to his head, it's kinda mean.
Make me bring them sticks out
AKA, look, they're comin'
Them niggas 're kinda nice
Which means that they kinda ass.
I be on all kinds of shit
Boy, I get all kinds of cash,
Monday, I'm a wear my Jays,
Tuesday, in my Prada bag,
Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton,
And say: How you been? I say: Doin' fine.
Bitch I ball hard like two labron
I hit the booth no suit and tie,
I'm Superman
My bitch is superfly
I make a hater wanna kill himself, suicide
A nigga play with me
He know it's do or die
Cause I got a big Mac
And that bitch, be supersized.
Rollin with a 100 goons,
Boy I got a 100 hoes...
All them bitches coming soon.
Tell 'em I am coming now
Tell 'em I am coming, cool.
Buy my shit, it's superhot
I named my album ''Summerjune''.


[Verse 3:]
We got a new rose
Came to me Jose
She said 'Did that work',
And I was like 'OK'
She said 'Give me money'
I was like 'No way'
She got mad and texted my phone
It ain't no word if it ain't no play.
I'm like 'Be gone, bitch
Be gone, bitch.'
I pop a perk
Turn on my On switch.
Them bitches ain't on that
Nigga, cause they're on this
You put on'em money, and
I put'em on dick,
Really though

[Background male voice:]
Can I ask a favor?
Please brace that nigga to step out now
Why fight it?
You're doing yourself a de-service.

[Thanks to Mahmud Khalil, D-Loc (henderson3422@yahoo.com) for correcting these lyrics]

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