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Yeah, yeah
Uh-uh
Mhm
Get money, get money
Get, get money, get money
Get, get money, get money
Get, get money, get money
Get, get money, get money
Get, get money, get money
Ayo, my song's on, I gotta get my grub on
So I thought though, order three buckets of MoMo
We gettin' mo' dough off the books (You gettin' jelly?)
Pullin' mo' hoes off the looks (You gettin' jelly?)
You wanna hate me 'cause your wifey wants a autograph
From look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that
When I see fat asses, I make fat passes like quarterback
Peanuts is all of that, your shit's quarter-wag
Open candela if you foolin' with my cheddar
Hard rock ever since junior high escuela
Five fellas takin' my beats to make your crowd get up
I'm fed up, niggas wanna bring it? Whatever
I'ma storm your parade, blow your legs off with a grenade
Now you flappin' like a mermaid
Cappin' off with your coffin the lips
While I'm at the bar baggin' the bartender tips
Then I bagged this chick with a high in the eye
She did the butterfly, rubbin' her ass against my button fly
I could already imagine mine stuck inside
Every time I strike, haters be like that, "Chingao!"
How's that, Joe? It's hard for you to swallow?
It don't take much for us to let the metal holler
Nasty doesn't matter, but old black Impala
Thug niggas only fuck with muchacha mala
Big Ju, dรญmelo coรฑo, how we do?
How the girls don't only love men, they like you
What you gon' do? What? What?
What you gon' do? What you gon' do?
Yo, uh, here's to my Polly and niggas who campaign
To the killers who be lovin' the chicas and champagne
Thugs who be wild in the club in Santane
Players who be pimpin' on hoes with no brains
Front watch niggas get shot from close range
The most strange, crazy motherfuckers won't change
Peanuts forever die hard, you want pain?
'Cause you walkin' out of here breathin' is insane
Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash
You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass
I ain't even know they made a Rollie for your cheap ass
Makin' me laugh, you was in jail wearin' knee pads
Not a beef ass, gotten over your head
It's over, you're dead, Range Rover both of your legs
To both of us said, platinum gettin' took this year
'Cause for real, there ain't nothin' but crooks ahead
How's that, Joe? It's hard for you to swallow?
It don't take much for us to let the metal holler
Nasty doesn't matter, but old black Impala
Thug niggas only fuck with muchacha mala
Big Ju, dรญmelo coรฑo, how we do?
How the girls don't only love men, they like you
What you gon' do? What? What?
What you gon' do? What you gon' do?
Peanuts come through, uh
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Big Ju
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Peanuts
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Get money
Big Gipp
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Get money
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Throw your hands up
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Throw your hands up
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