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[Intro ?]
Eh
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Eh
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Eh
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Eh
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

[Verse 1 ?]
I drop bands on a bad b*tch, I tip her her good, she f*ck me like she never ever had sh*t
I got a dance from a stripper for like 30 minutes, was trippin, but you know that's a fact
Chilling with my n*ggas through the city, my b*tch looking pretty, [?] trophy, look at that
I drop bands on a bad b*tch, I tip her her good, she f*ck me like she never ever had sh*t
Riding round in Bentleys, racing through the city, probably out in Cali or Miami
You know my b*tch a diamond, all my shooters, they from [?] for me, they know that I'm a bring it in
Call my n*gga Killa, he gon' hit him
I be chilling, but my n*ggas, they gon' handle that
[?] crazy to me, [?] you know I had to go and [?] that
[?] out
Show a n*gga what [?]
I can tеll you want it right now
She like turn the lights down
I'm tirеd of playing, [?] taking too long
If you like it, I love it, now take that sh*t off
That look in your eyes, when you walk through that door
Your smile say it all, and I'm ready to go
[Chorus ?]
[?] just tryna get paid
[?] bad b*tches, all they wanna do is f*ck all day
Keep my mind on my money, 'cause a n*gga don't play no games
And if you stay on the grinde, let me hear you say OK
OK

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
OK, OK [?]
Got a bad b*tch and she on me
Smoking on the joints, sipping 40's
Screaming Free TC, f*ck the police
L.A. n*ggas is the brazieest
Maseratis and Mercedeses
[?] on me
But I ain't tryna have no babies with ya
You ain't f*cking round 'bout your money, girl, you ain't got time for them broke ass hoes
All you wanna do is work, work, work, work, get your money, and go
[?] chose up on a boss
And I do you better than he did
Don't get no realer than me, baby
Oh oh oh

[Chorus ?]
[?] just tryna get paid
[?] bad b*tches, all they wanna do is f*ck all day
Keep my mind on my money, 'cause a n*gga don't play no games
And if you stay on the grinde, let me hear you say OK
OK