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Lyrics:
[Chorus] Come on, all my ladies, lets get this money Come on, all my fellas, lets get this money Its only for all of us to get this money Aint no need for player haters acting funny
Come on, all my ladies, lets get this money Come on, all my fellas, lets get this money Trina finna show you how to get this money, right
[Verse 1] You gotta have a J-O-be to be with me Best believe Im going diamond on my next LP I stacked my game up, sexed my frame up Bitches using my style, Im set to change up Unh, new year, new gray Jag After the first album, you should hear Shay brag I been around the world playing 2-way tag While these wannabe Trinas out here claim bad But guess what, Im still the baddest Jewels still flooded with 24 karats OK, you know I live lavish Chanel glass slippers in a Cinderella palace
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[Verse 2] Unh, unh, See me on South Beach rolling the five When I come through hoes rolling they eyes Im the- baddest bitch, so Im used to that Draped in the hot shit off the Gucci rack I like Tiffany ice, that expensive stuff The diamond princess draped in princess cuts Dont be mad hoe, cause Im that bad hoe Pushing that pink Lamborghini Diablo I play niggas like dummies for the fast money You want to holla, its gon cost you cash money Slip and slide, then we stacking chips The redbone, wonder woman with the platinum wrist
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[Verse 3] Breakdown Miami hot, Candy flopped Im the new bad girl and I cant be stopped Unh, sipping Baileys, flossing daily On TRL with Carson Daly Dressed to chill, icy, extra chill Touch of class, bad with the sex appeal Flawless baby, female ballers baby Stay diggin in them millionaires wallets baby Tored up, Christian Diord up Cases of that Cris, gettin poured up Got it sewed up, like stitches Reppin for my bad bitches, stackin riches I shine, baby cause the game is mine Im on top of the charts, no room to climb And when I say Im the baddest, Im mean it Me and this cash, cant nothing come between this
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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