text: Fuck bitches, get money 
  Fuck niggas, get money
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  You wanna sip Mo on my livin room flo
  Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino
  Pick up my phone say, Poppa not home
  Sex all night, mad head in the morn
  Spin my V, smoke all my weed
  Tattoo on titties sayin B.I.G., now check it:
  You wanna be my main squeeze, baby
  Dontcha? You want to give me what I need, baby
  Wontcha picture life as my wife? Just think
  Full-length mink, fat X and O links
  Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
  Showed you the safe combinations and all that
  Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
  Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
  Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my spot
  Took me to court, tried to take all I got
  Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
  Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
  My Moschino hoe, my Versace hottie
  Come to find out you was fuckin everybody
  You knew about me, the fake ID
  Cases in Virginia, body in D.C
  Woe! Oh is me - thats what I get for trickin
  Came out on bail, commence the ass-kickin
  Kick in the door, wavin the .44
  All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more!
  Disrespect my clique, my shits imperial
  Fuck around and made her milk box material
  You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips
  Cause of you, Im on some real fuck-a-bitch shit, uhh
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  Niggas, better grab a seat
  Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
  Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet
  Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
  Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
  Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
  Now Im Billboard bound, niggas press to hit it
  Play me like a chicken, thinkin Im pressed to get it
  Rather do the killin than the stick-up juxs
  Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
  Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it
  Get me open while Im cummin down your throat
  Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga
  Dontcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga
  Dontcha want to see me whippin your 3 down the Ave?
  Blow up spots on bitches because Im mad
  Break up affairs, lick shots in the air
  You get vexed and start swinging everywhere
  Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me
  Pull out your 9 while I cock on mine
  Yeah, what nigga? I aint got time for this
  So what, nigga? Im not tryin to hear that shit
  Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
  Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots
  Things that make up for all the games and the lies
  Hallmark cards sayin I apologize
  Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me?
  But paybacks a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
  Nah, I aint gay, this aint no lesbo flow
  Just a lil somethin to let you motherfuckers know
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