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Yeah I been getting money since last year
Shorty you not my bitch
How the hell you even get back here?
Uh
Bae, I make the bread out the back end
I knew I'd be rich, before it happened
Now she in my whip and she laughing
Ha, ha, ha
Uh, and all of these pistols be clapping
Fa, fa, fa
Nigga I been making bread
That's a habit
Uh, cha-ching
Pour up the wok
Nigga I got to have it
Uh, the lean
I got a K, and that bitch automatic
Uh, the beam wiping you down if you really want static
I swear to God I had bread since a jit
And I swear to God I got your bitch on my mattress
Working so hard just to get to this money
I swear to God that I'm so close, I could grab it
You do too much, she ain't going enough
Man, I swear to God
These bitches making me flaccid
Switch up the fit, bitch I feel like it's magic
Run that shit up, bitch I don't check the balance
I fuck with her
She ain't checking my status
And we had some great sex off of the acid
And every time I'm in the booth, I be snapping
That nigga say he want kill me, he lacking
Hit from the back, she say, "Caleb, you massive"
She talking 'bout me or she talking 'bout my status?
Oh, Oh
And I been getting money since last year
Oh, and I been getting money since last year
Yeah I been getting money since last year
Shorty you not my bitch
How the hell you even get back here?
Uh
Bae, I make the bread out the back end
I knew I'd be rich, before it happened
Now she in my whip and she laughing
Ha, ha, ha
Uh, and all of these pistols be clapping
Fa, fa, fa
Nigga I been making bread
That's a habit
Uh, cha-ching
Pour up the wok
Nigga I got to have it
Uh, the lean
I got a K, and that bitch automatic
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Caleb cartier
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