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Mack Nickels
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Lil Baby
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Treezy made it
You the type to never seen money
Playin' boss with a bitch nigga, come and get some green from me
Hell yeah, he keep lean, don't he?
So many beans from the L, a hundred G's don't even mean nothin'
What's the price? I want it clean, homie
Thirty-seven for a slice, niggas runnin' to that clean money
I'm livin' life, what you mean, dummy?
Dirty money every night, Mac, tell these lil' niggas somethin'
Everybody know I'm speakin' real shit (Everybody)
I really got that cash, I don't dream rich (What up, P.D.)
Niggas talk loud with a bland wrist (Naked as shit)
My pants cost a band, I'm on some other shit (That's Balmain)
Rubber band wrap ten all twenties (Twam)
I seen my first hun' in my early twenties (Swear to God)
One thing they know who really gettin' money (They know it, nigga)
Every bitch I ever fucked wanted somethin' from me (Singin' air songs)
In Ruth Chris, I think I had the sea bass (Extra butter)
Never swipe the card, boy, I only deal in bags (Plastic)
You can ask 'em, they'll tell you where the paper at (They know)
I don't know about the beans, but I know that cane (Rich)
Every bitch I fuck say I know purses (Do they?)
You can tell who really get it when
You hear my verses (You know I got it)
Ain't a nigga in the city that can say they played me (Nobody)
Shit, they better ask you 'bout us, lil' baby (Yeah)
You the type to never seen money
Playin' boss with a bitch nigga, come and get some green from me
Hell yeah, he keep lean, don't he?
So many beans from the L, a hundred G's don't even mean nothin'
What's the price? I want it clean, homie
Thirty-seven for a slice, niggas runnin' to that clean money
I'm livin' life, what you mean, dummy?
Dirty money every night, Mac, tell these lil' niggas somethin'
One pill, that's a hundred bucks (Hundred)
Two seals makin' deals with a double cup (Double)
Loose ends, I done doubled up
Two bands to my mans in the Hummer truck (In the tour)
A ton of tan touchin' pants, pick the butter up (Butter up)
I'm frontin' grams when niggas scam, nigga, sum it up (Yeah)
I'm pumpin' grams from the sand, boy, this summer up (Done)
Countin' eighty on the gram, I'ma hunnid up (Ha)
I treat this cash like a lady, get to run it up (Bitch)
I beat this bag like a baby, get to turnin' up (Yeah)
Heat the dash like the eighties, bitch, we burnin' up (We burnin')
I need a bat, I'm goin' crazy, niggas turn this up (Bitch)
LV, blew about a ten strip (Ten)
Thick bitch, she the type you wanna trick with (I wanna trick)
Met her in the V on the tenth trip (Yeah)
Spent shit, I done sent her out with six bricks (Rich ass)
You the type to never seen money
Playin' boss with a bitch nigga, come and get some green from me
Hell yeah, he keep lean, don't he?
So many beans from the L, a hundred G's don't even mean nothin'
What's the price? I want it clean, homie
Thirty-seven for a slice, niggas runnin' to that clean money
I'm livin' life, what you mean, dummy?
Dirty money every night, Mac, tell these lil' niggas somethin'
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