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    W Hotel

    {chorus: like mike}
    I got money, i got dough
    Watch, cars, hundred racks
    They didn't want me to grow
    They want to stop my flow
    I only roll with the back
    Bad thing got me feeling nice
    Just what i said i'ma do
    Yeah i got money to blow

    {bridge: like mike}
    I be spending for no reason
    You know, yeah you know the facts
    I like my check on sight
    Then i fly out with no visa
    They know my name in ibiza
    They know my name in the sky
    Dm, on the right
    Dvlm on the flight

    {verse 1: smokepurpp}
    I got money, i got hoes
    Force my haters watch me grow
    We been buying, check the score
    Check my lunch, yeah its full of that dough
    Bad bitch right beside me
    I got slopes on my neck, yeah i'm icy
    Eyes red need some visine
    Yellin fuck a n* who don't like me
    F'in on me, i'm gon pop it
    Think we houston with these rockets
    I got these racks bussin out these pockets
    Told a lil baby come fuck with some bosses
    I got money, i got dough
    Suicide, the lambo doors
    Vvs, froze
    These baguettes anemic, they got colds

    {chorus: like mike}
    I got money, i got dough
    Watch, cars, hundred racks
    They didn't want me to grow
    They want to stop my flow
    I only roll with the back
    Bad thing got me feeling nice
    Just what i said i'ma do
    Yeah i got money to blow
    I got money, i got dough
    Watch, cars, hundred racks
    They didn't want me to grow
    They want to stop my flow
    I only roll with the back
    Bad thing got me feeling nice
    Just what i said i'ma do
    Yeah i got money to blow

    {verse 2: blueface}
    Blueface baby
    Yeah, yeah ight (vroom)
    I just landed belly (belgium)
    Gym, and a telle (work out)
    Go get a bag, don't be jelly (oh)
    Peanut butter inside of the belly
    I got things waitin' in the lobby
    Vvs hit like ricky
    Whenever she down, i pull up a fendi
    She get mad, she get a bag
    I don't argue, i just brag
    Look what i have, look what you don't
    I touch more than you could ever stack
    Hundred racks on my watch
    Please don't touch, you can watch
    What you thought? you's a thot
    Get out the spot

    {chorus: like mike}
    I got money, i got dough
    Watch, cars, hundred racks
    They didn't want me to grow
    They want to stop my flow
    I only roll with the back
    Bad thing got me feeling nice
    Just what i said i'ma do
    Yeah i got money to blow
     

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