[Intro]
That boy Cassius
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin’ it, I just be gettin' that money
I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin’ it, I just be gettin' that money
I just get money, these hoes ain't nothin'
Triple S Balenciagas, I'm stuntin'
I'm makin' ’em sick, they wanna vomit
Walk in the strip club, throw up the money
Bad bitch with a fat ass and no stomach
Cash rules everything, bitch, and I’m thumbin'
I fucked that bitch, it didn’t cost me nothin'
I lean like a coffin, my syrup is muddy
I wake up and go get that money
Tryna fuck a freaky lil' bitch and her buddy
Fresh from the trap with them racks like I'm bunking
Can’t stand next to me if you ain't gettin' money
[Verse 1: Tokyo Vanity]
You know I get it, my niggas came with it
I stack it, they flip it, so white, call it picket
Bustin' them heads, call it doing the dishes
Keep your nigga hooked on the line like I'm fishing
I'm not no wife, won't be up in your kitchen
No we do not tell a bitch, he just be tricking
And I won't fuck on your nigga, I'm stacking my figures
And getting these riches just pimping
I'm in this bitch with BLO, I can't do shit for the low, bitch, what's the score?
Hop out the Sprinter then I buy the store
Got my slimes with me, they always on go
Screamin' out slatt, black water hoes
My bae from the Boo, got 'em throwin' up fours
Thick fine lil' bitch and I always got chose
Come through so fresh when I drip in my clothes
All y'all bitches know I'm hot, hot
Cut a nigga off like a croptop
Cookin' on the beat like a crockpot
My partner fuck your girl, she a thot thot
Gang in this bitch throwin' shots shots
You ain't got no money, you a have not
Has been, past tense
When it come to stunting, you can't win, bitch
That boy Cassius
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin’ it, I just be gettin' that money
I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin’ it, I just be gettin' that money
I just get money, these hoes ain't nothin'
Triple S Balenciagas, I'm stuntin'
I'm makin' ’em sick, they wanna vomit
Walk in the strip club, throw up the money
Bad bitch with a fat ass and no stomach
Cash rules everything, bitch, and I’m thumbin'
I fucked that bitch, it didn’t cost me nothin'
I lean like a coffin, my syrup is muddy
I wake up and go get that money
Tryna fuck a freaky lil' bitch and her buddy
Fresh from the trap with them racks like I'm bunking
Can’t stand next to me if you ain't gettin' money
[Verse 1: Tokyo Vanity]
You know I get it, my niggas came with it
I stack it, they flip it, so white, call it picket
Bustin' them heads, call it doing the dishes
Keep your nigga hooked on the line like I'm fishing
I'm not no wife, won't be up in your kitchen
No we do not tell a bitch, he just be tricking
And I won't fuck on your nigga, I'm stacking my figures
And getting these riches just pimping
I'm in this bitch with BLO, I can't do shit for the low, bitch, what's the score?
Hop out the Sprinter then I buy the store
Got my slimes with me, they always on go
Screamin' out slatt, black water hoes
My bae from the Boo, got 'em throwin' up fours
Thick fine lil' bitch and I always got chose
Come through so fresh when I drip in my clothes
All y'all bitches know I'm hot, hot
Cut a nigga off like a croptop
Cookin' on the beat like a crockpot
My partner fuck your girl, she a thot thot
Gang in this bitch throwin' shots shots
You ain't got no money, you a have not
Has been, past tense
When it come to stunting, you can't win, bitch
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