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Victor
Give me my motherfuckin money bitch (Aye) Lil mama bad and she know how to get it A whole check on her yeah I might just spend it In order to do that imma need my pesos I'm talking bout paper that moolah that queso I want the money (Ouu) I want the money (Ouu) I want the I want the I want the money (Ouu) Zippity zippity zippity zap I ain't no richie but I come with class Ain't no speed racer but I do the dash Nerdy cutie yeah she good with the math (Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye) Good with the math She good with the numbers she counting the cash Mr. Nance I need my advance The sooner I get it the better I need the cash in my hands The racks in the bank I need that shit when I land Making that money was always the plan Making that money was always the plan (Always the plan, Always the plan) (Aye) Lil mama bad and she know how to get it A whole check on her yeah I might just spend it In order to do that imma need my pesos I'm talking bout paper that moolah that queso. I want the money (Ouu) I want the money (Ouu) I want the I want the I want the money (Ouu) Aye hop in the kitchen you know we gon' whip it up All of my shots going in I ain't missing em I'm dippin in like I'm dippin dots I'm dippin I'm dippin Now she go on and on She go on and on I'm like hold up nahh nahh nahh (Yeah) she go on and on I'm like hold up nahh nahh nahh Like ayo yeah she wanna go Came up with the sauce since the day I've been born Said she dance like she wanna hit the floor Got a lot of games cmon check the board Talking smack make your way to the door Feeling fly just let me sore Yeah she put the Mmm in more Got options but I still get bored I know a girl from Houston Call her Whitney If I ever touch down she comin with me That bitch bad and she sweet like honey Spend a lotta racks but I still get money Catch me in the streets cuz you know I be stuntin My phone ringing why your girl keep buggin Get outta my face You don't like raisins what about dates Ain't nobody taking my place Big boss put me there with the greats Me and the bro we stay going insane (Aye, Aye) Me and the bro yeah we going insane Lil mama bad and she know how to get it A whole check on her yeah I might just spend it In order to do that imma need my pesos I'm talking bout paper that moolah that queso. I want the money (Ouu) I want the money (Ouu) I want the I want the I want the money (Ouu) I want the what (I want the money) I want the what (I want the money) I want the what (I want the money) I want the what (I want the money)