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Money On Fleek
I like my bitches thick I like my money on fleek Pop a Xan, don't go to sleep Get on that molly, that X, get geeked All of my bitches are freaks All of my diamonds, they water like seas Everyday, I put designer on my feet Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves I like my money real crispy Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions You say you a Muslim, then why you wear Christians? I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it Make a movie with a video vixen
Yeah, dressing like I just got styled by Ian Hoes chasing me like I got warrants, I'm fleeing Chasing with Cartiers, switched out the lens Your bitch, she a freak, she got fucked in the Benz Copped a Christian Louboutin for every cent Popped me a Xan, geeked up again Everywhere I go, I got racks like a ten I got water dripping on me Just got out the shower I'm on them Percs for that bitch for an hour Ghost, not Jamie in Power Call me 'Blo, I'm the one that gave her the powder I put the dick in her doom Switching up the foreign, these ain't no rentals I got hard work, make it look so simple Fuck that, I totally left here with incidentals I like exotic women, cars, and weed Make your baby momma breastfeed Getting money, that's my destiny I get geeked up on that ecstasy Trap going hard for my dope cooking recipe Smoke out a pound of the cookies and grabba leaves You a pussy, you can't stand next to me I got stripes, make a call like the referee
I like my bitches thick I like my money on fleek Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Pop a Xan, don't go to sleep Get on that molly, that X, get geeked All of my bitches are freaks All of my diamonds, they water like seas Everyday, I put designer on my feet Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves I like my money real crispy Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions You say you a Muslim, then why you wear Christians? I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it Make a movie with a video vixen
We shooting at niggas, we ain't doing no dissing Fucking bitches, we ain't doing no kissing Everything that I wear is expensive I don't wanna fuck, I just want your dentures Ice on my neck, got it cold like the winter Frostbite pinky ring, thats like December Lions all over my Gucci like Simba Fuck on your bitch, treat her just like a rental (You can help) There's where I'll be when I wake up and dress
Pour us a four of that Hitech I can put ice in my cup from my neck I came in the foreign, gon' make her wet Left the jeweler with a pool party Selling white girl for the youngin', iCarly VS1 diamonds, they clear like Bacardi Fly nigga, I be walking hardly Hoodrich, I been there since departure Strapped like the military, I'm the Sargeant He a plate, he don't know he a target Diamonds hitting like aren't god She gon' ride it like it's a Ferrarri My niggas one hundred, we ain't never sorry Fuck if you like me, I'ma get it regardless I go to Cali and smoke out the forest
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