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Love talks to everyone Love talks to everyone Love talks to everyone, money talks more Love talks to everyone, money talks more Love talks to everyone, money talks more I couldn't be a chief, money, money, money Love talks to everyone, money talks more I couldn't be a chief, I couldn't be a chief Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a dappa Your lookin' at your jewelry thinkin' you're a dappa Now you're round your way tryna say you're a dappa I'll stop you in your midst with a Blitz Von Clapper Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a don You're lookin' at your Avirex thinkin' you're a don Now you're in your ends with your friends, you're a don I'll catch you by yourself, make your health full gone Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a scones Your lookin' at your half ounce thinkin' your a scones Your always walking round tryna sound like a scones But make no mistake you're a fake, Dizzy knows Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a G Your lookin' at your fake watch thinkin' you're a G I see you Stratford Rex tryna flex like a G Lookin' for your yat, she was sat next to me (okay) You could be a dappa, you could be a don (what? Ah) But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from (yeah) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Come again) You could be a scones, you could be a G (scones, G) But dat's anything that is minor to me (anything, yo) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Yo) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a diva You're at your dressing table thinkin' you're a diva But steady tryna walk, tryna talk like a diva But now you just wonder, an underachiever Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a devil You're lookin' for a way to cause harm like a devil You're sitting in your yard talkin' hard like a devil Cold, bitter, gold digger lookin' for a medal Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a swingers You're getting up your gums to the boys like a swingers Your chatting to a breh You don't care, you're a swingers But now you're on the floor reading war for beginners Big shout to the girl who thinks it's a game You're always chatting air, musta been like a game You chat this Dizzy man, will return like a game Don't make me have to skitz Keep your lips from my name You could be a dappa, you could be a don (what? Ah) But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from (yeah) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Come again) You could be a scones, you could be a G (scones, G) But dat's anything that is minor to me (anything, yo) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Yo) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? I heard you gotta a problem with me? Rude boy, listen Why you tryna make enemies? Rude boy, listen Go and get your street family Rude boy, listen I'll be waiting patiently Rude boy, listen Gotta stop chatting my name Rude girl, check it Any little way of getting fame Rude girl, check it Me and your man ain't the same Rude girl, check it You ain't got no shame Rude girl, check it I love girls and Money, money, money I got watched faced, I watched Money, money, money I worked real hard for the Money, money, money And in the paper chase for the Money, money, money I'm from the streets so I couldn't be a chief Got girls on my case so I couldn't be a chief If its arms we can meet 'cause I couldn't be a chief I put you in your place 'cause I couldn't be a chief You could be a dappa, you could be a don (what? Ah) But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from (yeah) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Come again) You could be a scones, you could be a G (scones, G) But dat's anything that is minor to me (anything, yo) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Yo) Show me what you're on Where's your cash? Where's your won?
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
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