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Ay, ay, ay Queen Bidness over here Ay, ay, ay Cash rules everything around me Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay Cash rules everything around me Green, get the money bitch You wanna be the queen, get the honey Got a beach front view, and a breeze And it seems something sunny Bitches tryna get a dream, coming for me I was born ready Bitch I'm born ready If you wanna come against the queen Beat it, swore I'm ready Yeah we buzzin' Bitch I've been buzzin', Took impossible and did it like it's nothing yeah Like a prophet, yeah I'm like a prophet Everything I said, I did and went and got it What you call it? I'm just living Mane and we the hoe that got this money comin' flowin' like a faucet, I'ma toss it We don't even like to entertain all the talking No discussion, we just off 'em, get the coffin Bitches barkin', what you're body need a talkin? Only talkin' money here, motherfucker, call it I so fly, can't deny that I'm high Get rich or try it, eye for eye, do or die I rule the world, fuck your rules I defy I, too far high, make my moves, move the sky This is what it look like, like, like, like Cook it, took it to the other Watch you raisin' when it's cooked right, right, right, right You think I'm here with you bitches? Nuh This is what it look like, like, like, like Bithes talkin' way too often I just poke 'em and it's goodnight, night, night, night, night I'll stick up here with you bitches, nah Debbie, you should prolly get to know Crash to feel my wing Cop the Chevy, no Hate trippin', I should prolly get a coaster Only makin' bangers, I should prolly get a poster Cruisin' down the coast Rep the city like I'm poster bitch You know I've been a Roll arm I'm motherfuckin' soldier I could send them hitties like a motherfuckin' Sosa Bitches layin' on the sofa, on the way the bitch is over We don't even like to entertain all the bluffin' No discussion, all my bitches get the bus Got a issue, beat these bitches like percussion Bitches makin' moves, ain't no deeper interruptions I so fly, can't deny that I'm high Get rich or try it, eye for eye, do or die I rule the world, fuck your rules I defy I, too far high, make my moves, move the sky This is what it look like, like, like, like Cook it, took it to the other Watch you raisin' when it's cooked right, right, right, right You think I'm here with you bitches? Nuh This is what it look like, like, like, like Bithes talkin' way too often I just poke 'em and it's goodnight, night, night, night, night I'll stick up here with you bitches, nah
Writer(s): James Cayzer, Raymond Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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