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These bitches want money stacks
Me, I want a hundred stacks
These bitches selling their soul
Well I want my money back
She bounce it like jumping jacks
But she got a funny ass
Look what the booty shots done to that
That bitch need her money back
She like the finer things
She said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the bitch off like a threaded string
These hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all believe everything
That's why I get high about everything
All of this fog like the weather change
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games bout money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play running back
I turn that football to a money bag
Me, I want a hundred stacks
These bitches selling their soul
Well I want my money back
She bounce it like jumping jacks
But she got a funny ass
Look what the booty shots done to that
That bitch need her money back
She like the finer things
She said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the bitch off like a threaded string
These hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all believe everything
That's why I get high about everything
All of this fog like the weather change
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games bout money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play running back
I turn that football to a money bag
We Was Sending Shots To A Certain Female With That 
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