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Correct All The Cash Lyrics
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Correct All The Cash
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[Intro] (Hey hold up hold Money my time nigga Whats poppin man) [Chorus] Boy you ain't no drive by got grams in the paper bag Boy you bitches lame it a bitch sixteen you niggas pay for that Boy i drop a bag i hit the gas on them paper crate Boy you niggas mad i got all the swag and got all the cash I got all the cash Boy you ain't no drive by got grams in the paper bag Boy you bitches lame it a bitch sixteen you niggas pay for that Boy I drop a bag i hit the gas on them paper crate Boy you niggas bad i got all the swag and got all the cash [Verse1] Am refugee so actually I count the bags Pitched over the whip got Arizona tags Ass free the bands free it's like am zona man Bullets holes same size Arizona can't Polly rocking got it poppin call it ricky tan (ricky tan) Told that hoe to bring a friend i got miley zan I got benz bitch my bank accounts they swolled up In mah marty montana voy its hold up Pussy nigga rolled up I shot the door up I Chicago mah ocoee throw the folds up Got mah bitches walking round with the nose up I call Marty Martin bitch and this is what he told us [Chorus] Boy you ain't no trap eye got grabs in the paper bag Boy you bitches lame you bitches pay for that Boy i drop a bag hit the gas on them paper tag Boy you niggas mad niggas mad i got all the cash I got all the cash I got all the cash Boy you ain't no drive by i got grabs in the paper bag Boy you bitches lame you niggas pay for that Boy you niggas mad niggas mad i got all the cash I got all the cash I got all the cash [Verse2] Go put that shit in the sandwich bag Shooters on yo ass with them deaths Playing laser tags whipping up the seen She so hard making razor man Throwing up them racks in the club gettin table dance Steppin on the lane pop the perp now am lazy now Put the trolley in the bitch she trip getting crazy now Wanna settle down talk ‘bout having babies now Put em in the kitchen whippin bricks being babies now Boy you ain't no child you be lacking never got distracted All mah niggas laugh and get money put you on yo back Post it on the avenue board yeah that where we at Niggas here they trafficking water here and a couple traps [Chorus] Boy you ain't no drive by i got grabs in the paper bag Boy you bitches lame you niggas pay for that Boy you niggas mad niggas mad i got all the cash I got all the cash i got all the cash Boy you ain't no drive by i got grabs in the paper bag Boy you niggas mad niggas mad i got all the cash I got all the cash i got all the cash
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