Yeah, Like I'm Frank Sinatra
Look, Eatin' Penne Alla Vodka
And it shows, I do it for the
And they know
For the love
Ayy, look, let's go
I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know
I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole
I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me
I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP
She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree
F*ck her so good, got her thinkin about it
Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it
This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it
I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it
Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it
F*ck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it
Married to the money, gettin' bags
Easy to get it, but can you make it last
I think about Casino before I spend a dollar
With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka
She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra
Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster
I just want a box of rubber bands
Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance
This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands
None of these other bitches stand a chance
Nah
I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know
I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole
I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me
I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP
She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree
F*ck her so good, got her thinkin about it
Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it
This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it
I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it
Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it
F*ck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it
Married to the money, gettin' bags
Easy to get it, but can you make it last
I think about Casino before I spend a dollar
With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka
She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra
Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster
I just want a box of rubber bands
Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance
This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands
None of these other bitches stand a chance
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Yeah, Like I'm Frank Sinatra
Look, Eatin' Penne Alla Vodka
And it shows, I do it for the
And they know
For the love
Ayy, look, let's go
I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know
I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole
I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me
I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP
She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree
F*ck her so good, got her thinkin about it
Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it
This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it
I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it
Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it
F*ck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it
Married to the money, gettin' bags
Easy to get it, but can you make it last
I think about Casino before I spend a dollar
With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka
She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra
Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster
I just want a box of rubber bands
Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance
This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands
None of these other bitches stand a chance
Nah
I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know
I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole
I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me
I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP
She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree
F*ck her so good, got her thinkin about it
Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it
This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it
I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it
Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it
F*ck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it
Married to the money, gettin' bags
Easy to get it, but can you make it last
I think about Casino before I spend a dollar
With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka
She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra
Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster
I just want a box of rubber bands
Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance
This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands
None of these other bitches stand a chance
Look, Eatin' Penne Alla Vodka
And it shows, I do it for the
And they know
For the love
Ayy, look, let's go
I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know
I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole
I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me
I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP
She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree
F*ck her so good, got her thinkin about it
Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it
This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it
I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it
Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it
F*ck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it
Married to the money, gettin' bags
Easy to get it, but can you make it last
I think about Casino before I spend a dollar
With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka
She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra
Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster
I just want a box of rubber bands
Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance
This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands
None of these other bitches stand a chance
Nah
I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know
I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole
I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me
I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP
She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree
F*ck her so good, got her thinkin about it
Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it
This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it
I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it
Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it
F*ck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it
Married to the money, gettin' bags
Easy to get it, but can you make it last
I think about Casino before I spend a dollar
With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka
She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra
Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster
I just want a box of rubber bands
Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance
This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands
None of these other bitches stand a chance
Writer: Dominic Meece
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