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[Intro: Kent Jamz] I wish I could fuck, smoke weed, and sleep all day But I got to get this money Baby got to get this money I know you want to spend my money Mmm hmmm… mmm hmmm… Then you want to spend my money… Got a real one… Look… [Verse 1: Kent Jamz] Got a bad Asian and black chick, stays in Calabasas Got a real rich dad that [?], bitch you broke my mattress She said, "These niggas bump okay shit, and that ain't alright with me I listen to Ye and Drake, but y'all bring life to me" Lay your back up on my mattress, baby tell me my shit active Tell these wack niggas quit rapping, that's your bitch, that's your friends laughing She took me to a party, where I ain't know nobody Her and her friends all gone off mollies, touching all over my body, singing [Hook: Kent Jamz/Brittany Dorn] I wish I can fuck, smoke weed, and sleep all day But I got to get this money But I got to get this money Baby let me get this money (x3) [Verse 2: Problem] How you think I've been the nigga since the 1st grade C-c-cutting school, fuck a first-aid Got a thou-wow in my pocket, on my worst day (on my worst day) Now give you haters like happy birthday So bitch, blow this candle out And when you does, show a nigga what the camel 'bout Strawberry color whip, with the peanut butter gut Hoes come in two's like peanut butter cups, what! I don't give a fuck, nigga this Compton, bitch So get your ass on this Compton dick Molly popped, Molly popped, every fucking pussy getting molly-wopped Paper first, bullshit last Paper first, maker her mad Make 'em curse, make it cum Work this pole, I bet it'll cum Booyow! Let me smoke my tree and keep it G forever (G forever) I'm now on them chocolate hoes, cause I fucked all the ones that's yeller (the ones that's yeller) I'm still bout my cheddy, I blow all my multi, and them I am adiós She want to lick me, and I'm going to let her, no envelope, (Problem) [Hook] [Verse 3: Joon] What it do bitch number one, lady number two, slut number three (welcome to the Dest my dear) We going to do a whole lot of you, whole lot of kush, whole lot of drugs (a lot of whine and beer) But by the time the click is six past six got to dip (up out of here) Thank you for all the fun, sorry I have to hit and run She got them promethazine tittes, thirty-two (double cup D) I was planning to give it to her nice and slow (that double cup D) But I hit the mystical danger, she said she don't do anal But since a nigga almost famous, it's okay if I use my fingers [Hook] [Verse 4: P] Every God-given day, that bomb puts me in a phase Paranoia got me praying on my knees (shit) Now you calling me insane, niggas trying to throw me shade But one thing I won't taste is defeat It's that simplistic pimp shit My style sick, just like a plague Homebody, that's why my homies call me "P" All I do is just be cool, that's why these trick niggas hating While they hating, got they bitches singing praise to a G Niggas need to find peace My mind, sending tingles down the spine Get in touch, with a body, hit them spots that you can't find I just hit her one time, lift my feet as I recline Then I pass her to my dog, point guard Kobe Bryant [Hook]