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by Stacy Ferguson

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Yeah, uh-huh I smoked a blunt for dinner Another blunt for breakfast 2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it I'm dodging paparazzi My outfit from Versace Copy, copy, all these n****s just copy (copy) I just bought me a new watch And these new n****s just watchin' (tell em) I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this s*** all night I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life See yeah I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this s*** all night When I die, bury me inside the liquor store 'Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough (ohh) You do what you can, I do what you can't You smoke that Bobby B-B-Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it My girls go shopping, that ain't a mall, that's my closet So copy (copy), copy, all these b****es just copy Honor student wit' double Ds That ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this s*** all night I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life See yeah I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this s*** all night Yeah Yeah I'm gettin' to the monies, with an apostrophe F***ed her on a pile of clothes now she a closet freak Yeah I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve (BOW) And when she wit' me, she don't wanna leave She just wanna freak (she do), she don't wanna sleep Put it in her mouth (mouth) now she don't wanna speak (Tru) Yeah I'm at the club, I got strippers at my table I call doin' the 69 a favor for a favor From the cradle to the grave (uh) Shoot a n**** from his ankle to his waist You can tell that I'm paid 'Cause I'm high-cla** F***ed a b**** in her eyelashes We in a jet, who gon' fly past us? Tint all on my eyegla**es, I don't see ya hater (yeah) And I don't get dropped, b**** I drop the label Goddamn!

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