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And When this song gets played we get f*****' paid
So keep the music blasting.
We'll make it rain
I'm headed to the sun on my own G6 plane.
I'm taking this s*** straight to the bank.
There would be no way I would not wear Gucci.
I guess I might wear Prada on laundry day.
And on the weekends you know we're chillin' in Portugal and on
The beaches of
Spain.

We ball so f*****' hard strapped like f*****' soldiers.
We'll shoot first we'll ask questions later.
Don't f*** with the law.
We Drive hard, your b**** in my front seat
She Said she's vegan but she ate my meat
b**** knows I get paid like it ain't no thing
When Salt The Wound is in the room we bruise the fallopian
tubes
Treat'em rough on get the m***
(We beat 'em up) and filmed it like and 80's snuff
It's sweaty in the club like red hot' I've got this ski mask but I'm
not in Slipknot.
Got more flatbills than a flock of steamrolled ducks
We got our sights on the next pack of Jersey Shore f****
Turn a scene s*** into a housewife is more than you can f*****'
handle
Your girl been blowin' up my phone
Sayin' she wants me to take her to pound town

And when this song gets played we get f*****' paid
And when this song gets plaued we get f**cin' paid.
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