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Fight!(Hey, goddamn, I'm winnin')(Hey, goddamn, I'm winnin', I'm winnin')(Goddamn, I'm winnin')Got money, now you done switched up on meI used to think about how you would act when a nigga got moneyNow you done switched up on meNow you wanna say "What's up?" to me?Okay, so now you wanna make love to me?Girl, if you don't get the fuck from meI know you thought we had somethin' specialBut you don't mean nothin' to meGirl, I'm sorry you not the one for meJust be honest, girl, what you want from me?This ain't nothin' new, keep it so one-hundredI can't let none of these niggas get one up on meI go by God Tiller, you better run from meGive hope to my niggas, them niggas love moneyAdios to them bitches, can't get a hug from meI'm high on life, that's what it does for meMy numbers goin' up, I feel a buzz comin' (One up)Young nigga, young niggaYour friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you('Cause I'm on, nigga)And we like bitches with they own shitWe don't like gold diggersGirl, if you don't get the fuck from meI know you thought we had somethin' specialBut you don't mean nothin' to meGirl, I'm sorry you not the one for meThis the shit I don't condone inCheatin' on your man but you can get it if you want itLookin' for a bad bitch, I finally found a culpritNigga takin' shots, send 'em back, check the postage, yeahHatin' ass nigga, why won't you shut up?This the motherfuckin' 502 come upAnd every time I'm back in the cityEvery bitch with a hidden agenda run up('Cause I'm on, nigga)Young nigga, young niggaYour friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you('Cause I'm on witcha)And we like bitches with they own shitWe don't like gold diggersGirl, if you don't get the fuck from meI know you thought we had somethin' specialBut you don't mean nothin' to meGirl, I'm sorry you not the one for meEvery nigga did you wrong, except for meI'm next to blow and so you should've been next to meSay you lovesick, girl, I got the remedyI'll give you long dick and longevityDon't settle for less or for infidelityNiggas ain't built like meHe can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like meOr even keep the business behind his lips like meI got a hundred fuckin' problemsGood brain, am I fuckin' with a scholar?Woodgrain, I'ma grip it when I whip itIf I take a shot and brick it, I'ma flip itThankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get itGotta make sure my brothers is eating, I'ma split itIf she throw that pussy at me, I'ma hit itPen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no(Boy, if you don't get)Young nigga, young niggaYour friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you('Cause I'm on witcha)And we like bitches with they own shitWe don't like gold diggersGirl, if you don't get the fuck from meI know you thought we had somethin' specialBut you don't mean nothin' to meGirl, I'm sorry you not the one for me(Hey, goddamn, I'm winnin')(Hey, goddamn, I'm winnin', I'm winnin')We don't like gold diggers(Goddamn, I'm winnin')
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