(Money come in 3-D, I'm shining like a CD)
Close the partition nigga 'fore I get another chauffeur
Say you getting money nigga you ain't got nothing to show for
I can't breathe, I'm turning blue, I need to loosen up this choker
Blowing out the zip hoe, i'm a habitual smoker
Yea, I walk in that mall with all this money on me
Cookies, you can smell it on me
Bitch, I'm a one man army
G-Wagon with a SRT
Told her please don't get started
Space coupe she call it a starship
No roof and it cost a pretty penny
You're looking at a monster when you're looking at me
Hoe it's stuck if it's up
Down on my luck
Ran it all the way back up (All the way back up)
My life is a movie
Money come in 3-D, I'm shining like a CD
Take two, check
Camera lights when I walk in the room
Ex bitch say she still love me she a fool
For real, the coupe
The interior peanut butter
I'm out in public dressed in Undercover
Me and Chico we the bang brothers
I know he hate us, but his main love us
That boy came around with his chain tucked
If I wanted to, would've came up
You know that boy a mistake
We punching the gas, your foot on the brake
Got kicked out of class for coming in late
Now they can't believe I'm in a house on a lake
My advice, focus what you got on your plate
Just to walk in the building I'm charging a rate
You a bitch and I cannot take back what I say
I had 1 of 1 pieces I done gave away
I done made mistakes that I charged to the game
I apologize but I'd do it again
Can't keep track of how much I done spent this past week
But I always end up in this backseat
Tell the driver
Close the partition nigga 'fore I get another chauffeur
Say you getting money nigga you ain't got nothing to show for
I can't breathe, I'm turning blue, I need to loosen up this choker
Blowing out the zip hoe, i'm a habitual smoker
Yea, I walk in that mall with all this money on me
Cookies, you can smell it on me
Bitch, I'm a one man army
G-Wagon with a SRT
Told her please don't get started
Space coupe she call it a starship
No roof and it cost a pretty penny
You're looking at a monster when you're looking at me
Hoe it's stuck if it's up
Down on my luck
Ran it all the way back up (All the way back up)
(Money come in 3-D, I'm shining like a CD)
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(Money come in 3-D, I'm shining like a CD)
Close the partition nigga 'fore I get another chauffeur
Say you getting money nigga you ain't got nothing to show for
I can't breathe, I'm turning blue, I need to loosen up this choker
Blowing out the zip hoe, i'm a habitual smoker
Yea, I walk in that mall with all this money on me
Cookies, you can smell it on me
Bitch, I'm a one man army
G-Wagon with a SRT
Told her please don't get started
Space coupe she call it a starship
No roof and it cost a pretty penny
You're looking at a monster when you're looking at me
Hoe it's stuck if it's up
Down on my luck
Ran it all the way back up (All the way back up)
My life is a movie
Money come in 3-D, I'm shining like a CD
Take two, check
Camera lights when I walk in the room
Ex bitch say she still love me she a fool
For real, the coupe
The interior peanut butter
I'm out in public dressed in Undercover
Me and Chico we the bang brothers
I know he hate us, but his main love us
That boy came around with his chain tucked
If I wanted to, would've came up
You know that boy a mistake
We punching the gas, your foot on the brake
Got kicked out of class for coming in late
Now they can't believe I'm in a house on a lake
My advice, focus what you got on your plate
Just to walk in the building I'm charging a rate
You a bitch and I cannot take back what I say
I had 1 of 1 pieces I done gave away
I done made mistakes that I charged to the game
I apologize but I'd do it again
Can't keep track of how much I done spent this past week
But I always end up in this backseat
Tell the driver
Close the partition nigga 'fore I get another chauffeur
Say you getting money nigga you ain't got nothing to show for
I can't breathe, I'm turning blue, I need to loosen up this choker
Blowing out the zip hoe, i'm a habitual smoker
Yea, I walk in that mall with all this money on me
Cookies, you can smell it on me
Bitch, I'm a one man army
G-Wagon with a SRT
Told her please don't get started
Space coupe she call it a starship
No roof and it cost a pretty penny
You're looking at a monster when you're looking at me
Hoe it's stuck if it's up
Down on my luck
Ran it all the way back up (All the way back up)
(Money come in 3-D, I'm shining like a CD)
Close the partition nigga 'fore I get another chauffeur
Say you getting money nigga you ain't got nothing to show for
I can't breathe, I'm turning blue, I need to loosen up this choker
Blowing out the zip hoe, i'm a habitual smoker
Yea, I walk in that mall with all this money on me
Cookies, you can smell it on me
Bitch, I'm a one man army
G-Wagon with a SRT
Told her please don't get started
Space coupe she call it a starship
No roof and it cost a pretty penny
You're looking at a monster when you're looking at me
Hoe it's stuck if it's up
Down on my luck
Ran it all the way back up (All the way back up)
My life is a movie
Money come in 3-D, I'm shining like a CD
Take two, check
Camera lights when I walk in the room
Ex bitch say she still love me she a fool
For real, the coupe
The interior peanut butter
I'm out in public dressed in Undercover
Me and Chico we the bang brothers
I know he hate us, but his main love us
That boy came around with his chain tucked
If I wanted to, would've came up
You know that boy a mistake
We punching the gas, your foot on the brake
Got kicked out of class for coming in late
Now they can't believe I'm in a house on a lake
My advice, focus what you got on your plate
Just to walk in the building I'm charging a rate
You a bitch and I cannot take back what I say
I had 1 of 1 pieces I done gave away
I done made mistakes that I charged to the game
I apologize but I'd do it again
Can't keep track of how much I done spent this past week
But I always end up in this backseat
Tell the driver
Close the partition nigga 'fore I get another chauffeur
Say you getting money nigga you ain't got nothing to show for
I can't breathe, I'm turning blue, I need to loosen up this choker
Blowing out the zip hoe, i'm a habitual smoker
Yea, I walk in that mall with all this money on me
Cookies, you can smell it on me
Bitch, I'm a one man army
G-Wagon with a SRT
Told her please don't get started
Space coupe she call it a starship
No roof and it cost a pretty penny
You're looking at a monster when you're looking at me
Hoe it's stuck if it's up
Down on my luck
Ran it all the way back up (All the way back up)
(Money come in 3-D, I'm shining like a CD)
Writer: David Uriesi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid