Fa Sho
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Ft. Tdot Illdude (Hook: Tdot Illdude) I be gettin' money fuckin' hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If ya on the other side then ya got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancin' in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hatin' but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that's fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that's fa sho I keep my hitters on the plane that's fa sho And the streets know my names that's fa sho, sho (Verse: Meek Mill) I've been gettin' money on the low Type of nigga buy a Birken for yo ho Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow Fuck ya niggas talkin' shit is lit Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent Got yo baby momma tryna get a flick Now nigga tell yo baby momma fuck up off my dick I'm just coolin' with my young niggas She in the V.I.P. with all these drug dealers Actin' like she neva fucked with ya And she told me that ya a fuck nigga When ya poppin' like we poppin' my nigga ain't no layin' low Mixin' that Givenchy with Valentino camo Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando Dabbin' like I'm Cam tho Touchdown, yeah hoe (Hook) (Verse 2: Meek Mill) Yea, mobbin' at the clear port Richard Milli all plain like the air port Therefore I am flyer than an air force Lookin' devilish I pull up in that red Porsch Now we got yo bitch up on the money train I heard she fuckin' what's his name and what's his name We only know yo wifey by her Twitter name I only pop the perc so I don't feel the pain Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame All these corny niggas winnin' I don't know who to blame But maybe its the internet, I've been busy countin' money ya should do the same Every nigga round me got a body Shorty with me tryna kick it like karate In my DM actin' thirsty word to Gotti And it be goin' down when I pull up to the party (Hook) (Verse 3: Meek Mill) I'm still ballin', money still callin' I'm on my eigth Rollie, niggas still talkin' Flood the whole band, it look like real water Ticket after ticket I feel like I'm will callin' Niggas hatin' on me I don't feel for 'em Cuz my South Philly niggas kill at will for 'em And my North Philly niggas do the drill for 'em The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on 'em, pussy! Blow the muthafuckin' money on these niggas (Hook)
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