Heyy, hyyye Ya, we'll not call all signes today Yyeee, we'll be ashamed of this ear Here, o mother fucker, I'm with my bitch You can't be delighted, you can be for all this Scream, she's doing whenever I say go This bitch's on the right way We appreciate a bad play And now the whole play And ever she shouts, I'm on my way Money, put my money in my duffle bag Money, put my money in my duffle bag Money, money put my money in my douffle bag Money, put my money in my duffle bag Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa Money, put my money in my duffle bag Shall we? One, two, three to the four If you give phone, I'll fuck it so slow You're on the top miss, I'm on yours What you have, is a mother fucker claw Hyyya, you're in fine clothes, mother fucker jeans I'm in my superman shield, like a Brad Pitt And I'll low, keep your role profile Let me show your limb slow I give to my equal weight to the slow I can make it rain, make it back so slow Shine up to the party when the glow is slow And in the flame I'll get scream for slow And you're down your fears, put them on the window Put them to the bitches 'cause we're already chief, ooo And I'm my chief hey, ooo, my chief hey When the vagues go around let to seek ago Scream, she's doing whenever I say go This bitch's on the right way We appreciate a bad play, and now the whole play And ever she shouts, I'm on my way Money, put my money in my duffle bag Money, put my money in my duffle bag Money, money put my money in my duffle bag Money, put my money in my duffle bag Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa Money, put my money in my douffle bag And now five, six seven to the eight And me shout in the draw of your face And this I call the case, a bitch less came 4000, for to six in my glass I don't need a for to six in my glass But you'll do the right bitch, so it crush to my ass And now my very bitch's looking for the best Smile girls, only you've to do the same I'm on the lift damage, genre to the image This is a lake crap, all the boys seem linking And to the phone ass, but she's nake and wity Hallo we'll flows but til the end of the tricky All your little bitches called my name and you know Run away bitch, with my name on the half Make down your map, put my name on the scratch Put my man that he's handsome on the top Scream, she's doing whenever I say go This bitch's on the right way We appreciate a bad play, and now the whole play And ever she shouts, I'm on my way Money, put my money in my duffle bag Money, put my money in my duffle bag Money, money, put my money in my douffle bag Money, put my money in my duffle bag Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa Money, put my money in my duffle bag Shall we?
