Oops Justin Bieber
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Bernie Mac & Chorus Intro:
Stripping business started in Africa. Long time ago, long long time ago, white man went to Africa. And he saw all these bootiful [beautiful] black women, walking around, singing, dancing, working, living, in the nude. Bucked Nakeds! In the nude. TITTIES! Asses
Verse:
Freddy Morris, I'm the topic of discussion
Big money touchin', countin' cash that's finger fuckin'
She gives me head, give me that brain, yeah that concussion
She spread her legs, pussy poppin' over this percussion
My granny said, "Son live for something or die for nothing"
I paint it rеd, no key start I'll the button
All my homies dеad Presidents, they got her lustin'
Interruption
I thought a broke nigga said something
Sayin' nothin'
Yea they're quiet as a mouse
You do it for the fame and do it for the clout
She don't do it for same, she's trying to make it out
Bossed up on a lame and kicked him out her house
Because he ain't hustlin', and that dick ain't payin' nothin'
Money make her cum, wet wet, keep her gushin'
Hermes clutchin', fresh bundles from her cousin
The hair is Russian, throw that ass in an eruption
Chorus:
(Money stays, It's stays on my mind -- Money, Money
All the time)
Money ain't shit without heart
In V.I.P the bottles came with sparks
I'm a light within the dark
Stripping business started in Africa. Long time ago, long long time ago, white man went to Africa. And he saw all these bootiful [beautiful] black women, walking around, singing, dancing, working, living, in the nude. Bucked Nakeds! In the nude. TITTIES! Asses
Verse:
Freddy Morris, I'm the topic of discussion
Big money touchin', countin' cash that's finger fuckin'
She gives me head, give me that brain, yeah that concussion
She spread her legs, pussy poppin' over this percussion
My granny said, "Son live for something or die for nothing"
I paint it rеd, no key start I'll the button
All my homies dеad Presidents, they got her lustin'
Interruption
I thought a broke nigga said something
Sayin' nothin'
Yea they're quiet as a mouse
You do it for the fame and do it for the clout
She don't do it for same, she's trying to make it out
Bossed up on a lame and kicked him out her house
Because he ain't hustlin', and that dick ain't payin' nothin'
Money make her cum, wet wet, keep her gushin'
Hermes clutchin', fresh bundles from her cousin
The hair is Russian, throw that ass in an eruption
Chorus:
(Money stays, It's stays on my mind -- Money, Money
All the time)
Money ain't shit without heart
In V.I.P the bottles came with sparks
I'm a light within the dark
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