[Good Gods
He ain’t talking’ ’bout no motherf#ckin’ chicken
I ain’t throwing #ss unless I see some f#cking money fall [Fall, fall, fall, fall
n#gg#, let me see them dollars fall
I ain’t make my p#ss# talk unless I see that money talk [Talk, talk, talk, talk
n#gg#, can you make your pockets talk?
I don’t want no five, n#gg#, I want the six digits
Na-na with the momma, lil’ b#tch, I want them nine inches
I don’t want no five, n#gg#, I want the six digits
Na-na with the momma, lil’ b#tch, I want them nine inches
Let’s be specific [Let’s be], I want Rollies and Bentleys [Uh-huh
Don’t forget ’bout my inches, pound to smoke with my b#tches
He done blew ’bout a ticket, to a boss, ain’t no biggie [Uh-uh
And he hop out with that glizzy, leave his dick with a hickey
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