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Money bag, money bagMoney bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bagMoney bagCardiI do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari FridayThis is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies sayI said "Bae, it's a snack, " he said it's a entréeWith them pretty ass twins, you look like BeyoncéLookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag)He can tell from the front I got ass behind meAnd I park my Bentley truck on my Versace drivewayLookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo(Money bag, money bag, money bag)And my bitches with me pretty, toothey look like bridesmaidsAnd they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sidewaysHe said I'm protein thick, you look like a dope fiend, sisHe make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery listNow why this bitch tryna look on my Snap?I take your man and I won't give him backI just walk into the booth and attackI hit this grind, the roof gon' collapseI been broke my whole lifeI have no clue what to do with these racksWigs be laid waist snatched, ass fat, straight factsGot lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, uhTramps jumpin' on my dickthat's why they call it trampoline, uhI do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari FridayThis is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies sayI said "Bae, it's a snack, " he said it's a entréeWith them pretty ass twins, you look like BeyoncéLookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag)He can tell from the front I got ass behind meAnd I park my Bentley truck on my Versace drivewayLookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo(Money bag, money bag, money bag)And my bitches with me pretty, toothey look like bridesmaidsAnd they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sidewaysThese bitches salty, they sodium, they jelly, petroleumAlways talkin' in the backgrounddon't never come to the podiumChef Cardi B, I'm cookin' upI see you hoes at the stove againWhile you hoes were sleepin' on meI made 40 bands by 4pmThey be taking shots, miss miss, X and O, kiss kissEverythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlistI don't understand what this hate is aboutHow you gon' suck yo' man dickwith my name in yo' mouth?I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari FridayThis is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies sayI said "Bae, it's a snack, " he said it's a entréeWith them pretty ass twins, you look like BeyoncéLookin' like, money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag)He can tell from the front I got ass behind meAnd I park my Bentley truck on my Versace drivewayLookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo(Money bag, money bag, money bag)And my bitches with me pretty, toothey look like bridesmaidsAnd they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways
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