| I walked off in the club with a pocket full of money
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| I go straight to the bar and I roll up out the onion
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| I’m taking off my clothes and they think that I’m gon' run
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| These hoes, yeah, they coming, got these pockets full of money
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| I say it’s nothing
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| They know it’s nothing
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| Keep my cup full and make sure my blunts pull
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| Dabbing all in Magic and I got a pocket full
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| We can leave this city, baby, and go tour the world
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| We can fly to Jamaica just to sip some syrup
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| If you want it, I’ll buy it, just give me the word
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| I’m a Hot Boy, swear that life come from the curb
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| You a bad bitch, so you gon' get what you deserve
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| I’m a misfit, I swear that I will never learn
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| I walked off in the club with a pocket full of money
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| I go straight to the bar and I roll up out the onion
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| I’m taking off my clothes and they think that I’m gon' run
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| These hoes, yeah, they coming, got these pockets full of money
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| I say it’s nothing
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| They know it’s nothing
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| To us, it’s nothing
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| I swear, it’s nothing
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| They know it’s nothing
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| Pocket full of money and these hoes, yeah, they want me
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| I’m drinking on the Henny and I’m smoking on the kush
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| It’s Auto Juan in the building, like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
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| I grew up in the jungle, so it’s in me and it’s on me
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| I came up from nothing, you know I’m hustling
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| Last nigga ran up, you know I bust him
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| I got gold like the Gold Rush, these hoes rushing
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| I’m in love with money, these hoes, they love me
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| I walked off in the club with a pocket full of money
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| I go straight to the bar and I roll up out the onion
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| I’m taking off my clothes and they think that I’m gon' run
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| These hoes, yeah, they coming, got these pockets full of money
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| I say it’s nothing
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| They know it’s nothing
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| To us, it’s nothing
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| I swear, it’s nothing
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| They know it’s nothing |