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[Bridge] I never trust these hoes These fucking rusty hoes They have disgusting goals They wanna cuff and hold [Hook] A nigga with dough, M-O-N-E-Y Rubberband rolls, M-O-N-E-Y [Verse 1] When I had nothing she looked at me like I had no swag Now I pop enough tags to fill her garage like a shopping bag Less about the size, more about what ass counts Currency amounts 'fore I go to college And try to bounce to the ounce cause (?) I'm under her radar only cause I'm in Fader She ain't my bitch, she's know way I'mma name her No monopoly, I’m a tax bracket gamer Blackjack and hanger, can't blame, cash stacks Is what attracts the danger, attack with anger React me hang her uninvited stranger My pockets she try to rip out Done dug so a big whole now the bitch try to get out [Hook] [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] I said I’m riding round town like I got diamonds in my body I’ll be shining on these niggas got you main chick in the lobby I am on some higher level shit I’m Rastafari She ain't seen nothing like it, like the crazy stories on Maury I get money, not in college, I spent all my summers touring Another round killing her softly, I call that bitch Lauryn, ah! High off trees and I'm gone in the spot See you tryna get on top and she better make it drop I got knots in my pocket, girl my tolerance dropped Thermometer pop everything I drop hot [Hook] + [Bridge]