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**** ain't fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah

**** ain't fuckin' with me, yeah

**** ain't fuckin' with me

It's Q Money, ain't shit

Yeah, I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks

You said you’re fuckin with me, Imma just sip my lil tea

She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee

Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets

Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key

I keep the gang with me, cause they goin’ bang for me (Keep goin!)

I show my ass out in public, you’d do the same shit if you came from nothing

I made it out, **** say I got lucky, I’m doin’ my thing, only god can judge me

My teachers done fucked me, but now they wanna fuck me

I’m stunting’, I keep me some bands in the duffle (That’s Louis V!)

When I was trappin’, I didn’t touch nothing

My lil **** servin’ for me on the huff

Bitch I’m on fire, these hoes wanna puff me

Saint Laurent shades got me feeling like Puffy

Ain't it ironic that hoe called me ugly

Now ain’t it ironic that bitch wanna fuck me

She wanna suck me, I'm gettin' money, yeah, yeah

I been sayin' ain't shit funny, yeah

I get that bag and I blow that, say you get money then show that

This is Q money not Kodak, yeah

Watch where you brinin’ your hoe, yeah

I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks

You said you’re fuckin with me, Imma just sip my lil tea

She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee

Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets

Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key

I keep the gang with me, cause they goin’ bang for me (Keep goin!)

I show my ass out in public, you’d do the same shit if you came from nothing

I made it out, **** say I got lucky, I’m doin’ my thing, only god can judge me

I used to trap out the corner store, I put the grams on the stove

I know some bitches that play with their nose, most of my **** still servin’ that dough

When I was servin’ fiends blew up my phone, I blew up the pack, I made that shit back

Pull up to the trap or wherever I’m at

Don’t bring your phone out when I’m servin’ this pack (For real!)

I hit from the back, she gon’ get attached

Why? Cause my dick just like crack

I look like I dress, I smell like a sack

Why? Cause I got them racks

Hit the club popping, Moet, (Yeah!) Hit the strip club and throw it (Yeah!)

You got dope then smoke it, (Yeah!) I’m still pistol totin’ (Yeah!)

Momma told me “stay focused”, (Yeah!) Everybody know I’m chosen (Yeah!)

Most of these hoes be bogus, (Yeah!) cause they don’t cop that Lotus (Yeah!)

Pour Champagne on my Rollie, (Yeah!) Dress in all black, but I’m still holy (Yeah!)

**** ain’t tough we expose em, (Yeah!) ****, you ain’t tough we expose em (Yeah!)

I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks

You said you’re fuckin with me, Imma just sip my lil tea

She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee

Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets

Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key

I keep the gang with me, cause they goin’ bang for me (Keep goin!)

I show my ass out in public, you’d do the same shit if you came from nothing

I made it out, **** say I got lucky, I’m doin’ my thing, only god can judge me

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