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Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope
Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope
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Lamont Dozier
Lamont Dozier
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McKinley Terrell Jackson
McKinley Terrell Jackson
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Reginald Dozier
Reginald Dozier
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Bobby Grand
Bobby Grand
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Lyrics

Ay, fuck bitches, get ya money my ****
Get ya money my ****, ay
Fuck bitches, but get ya
Fuck bitches then get ya
Fuck bitches but get ya money my ****, ay
It's such a ego stroke, I see you doing the most
Sending subs on the gram, I can tell by the post
Braggin bout when I had u, tryna tell me I'm lucky
Got a new dude and we can't be friends cuz you still would fuck me
I know, you ain't gotta say it
Still got a thing for my voice
Told me dont speak your name, somethin bout how I say it
Maybe cuz it remind you back when you when I was in it
I would stand up in that thang like the teacher takin attendance
Warm towel when I'm finished, laying pipe like I work for the city
Hazard jacket on and steel toed boots
We in cahoots, but I still see you ready to shoot
Tryna check back in the game, like I ain't know that you hooped
We both got too many options, I blame it on Tinder
Cuz even if I like you I got my pick of the litter
Grass always lookin greener I suppose, Peter-Pan is the homie
On to the next one, u know how it goes, ay
Its 2021 babygirl
And you know a high value **** like myself, they checkin for me
Gotta make a move
It was fun while it lasted tho, on God
Manipulation queen, I see you doing your thing
Got a degree from Cornell, now you chasing your dream
Wanna help wit all the teens, but it's not quite what it seem
She want all my energy, an emotional fiend
She want jokes and hat tricks, but i ain't never been a clown
Not a gymnast, I ain't into doin back flips
Too ambitious to spend hours on chat time
Talkin until the iPhone battery flatline
Found out my ego big, now she wanna bruise
Hate when I give a bitch a weapon, now she wanna use it
Quick way to kill the connection, ever wanna lose it
Minimize his thought, when he react, you play stupid
It's all love, these the games we play
That's why I put myself first, and you can't change these ways
Nip said it the best, a chick could change her gaze
But a hunnid gon be a hunnid every got-damned day, that's real
Get ya money my ****, ay
Get ya money my ****
Fuck bitches, get ya money my ****
Fuck bitches, get ya money my ****
Fuck bitches and get ya
Fuck bitches then get ya
Fuck bitches but get ya money my ****, ay, Its Bili!
Written by: Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope, Lamont Dozier, McKinley Terrell Jackson, Reginald Dozier
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