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They'd buy my shit if they could

Damn I make it look good

I'm about to paper like wood

Oh you hating yeah, you should

Cause it's just me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

x2

These moreschi's killing my feet

Versace shades 'cause I'm feeling low key

Case of ace 'cause the homies with me

No ID, they know me

ITG that's how you sound

Chic Luzana I ain't camera

Might put diamonds on my McLaren

Like damn that white bitch crazy

My stunts insane, yeah fuck you payin'

They pay me more 'cause I get shit

you one hundred six four

Six oh oh don't send that dough

Wash MC's stay white like sheets

Crack rock flow bitch cook that dough

Put it in the streets say took that dough

I took that dough, threw it to the ceiling

It fell on the floor, Iggy you killin' I already know

Can't tell me nothing if you already broke. I'm already on

Aiming for the stars I'm already gone

Gotta have dinner with a man on the moon

Married to the shit and the money's my groom

I'm sweeping that shit, Ey grab that broom

They'd buy my shit if they could

Damn I make it look good

I'm about the paper like wood

Oh you hating yeah, you should

Cause it's just me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

All wins no losses, life of a boss bitch

All I need is an office,

I'm killing shit off.

All I need is a coffin,

Ridin' circles while they wheeze and they coughing

Let the bullshit walk, let my money do the talking

Put up runner walk 'cause there's my target

Rodeo Drive yeah that's my target

Pull up, park it no keys shit

Push it start it, trim cocktails

His name is Marcus, haters salty

Nuts and cashews, I came with Ben and Andrew

We might just 'cause a scandal,

Find out that we menage our Nicky's handle

Yeah that's my M.O, I'm on fire

Just lit the candle, head in sky

Bitch I'm the shit, you should think so too

G shit, just gimme my money, M. O. Y. money over you!

They'd buy my shit if they could

Damn I make it look good

I'm bound to paper like wood

Oh you hating yeah, you should

Cause it's just me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

It's just me, myself, my money

In the land of the milk and honey

I came with some playboy bunnies

And Hef just said he coming

This shit right here by dollars

To stunt on hoes is my honour

This bitch must be in hell

If the devil wears Prada

Keep it real they don't want nada

Getting cheese like enchiladas

You ain't talking 'bout that money

what the fuck you sayin'

I'm cashing out what the fuck you

playing, playing, playing

You ain't talking 'bout that money

what the fuck you sayin'

They'd buy my shit if they could

Damn I make it look good

I'm about the paper like wood

Oh you hating yeah, you should

Cause it's just me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

Me, myself, my money

x2

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