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[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Moras
(Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
You ain't got no money, get yo' bands up
I got so much money, I can hardly keep my pants up (Too much cash)
Yeah, swervin' in a 'Rari, in a Phantom (Fast)
I'm in all red with the bag like I'm Santa
You ain't got no money, get yo' bands up
I got so much money, I can hardly keep my pants up (Yeah)
Yeah, swervin' in a 'Rari, in a Phantom (Yeah)
I'm in all red with the bag like I'm Santa (Yeah, with your ho-ho-ho)

[Verse]
Count racks, feelin' invincible (Cash)
If I say they gotta die, then they will, it's principle
Drive-byes, homicide, them hittas will get at you (Bow)
Heads drop dead, them bullets will spin at you
Money on my left, money on my right (Woo)
Your flag on the left, you from thе other side (Side)
A bitch, you gеt left flagged to the right
Choppa on my lap, Bonnie and Clyde
You can't get a check to save your fucking life
I don't walk in the bank, baby girl, I glide
Call me when you need me, baby girl, I'll slide
All the opps there to gloat, man, I wonder why

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