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Niice (feat. Quavo & Paul Wall)

Money comin' in

Money comin' in

Money comin' in

OhI love this shit

Hella drugs and shit

Her pussy so tight, made the rubber rip

Real D-boy, I got a dub to flip

And the coke so clean, I don't cut the shit

I'm young, fuck your life

I got a hundred lights

I got a dirty ass bottle and a cup of ice

When it's dry in the city then I up the price

Why you got a gun on you if you tuck your ice

I took all fifty but one was light

When you ridin' like this then you run the lights

I'm in the H-Town, I miss Mr. Niice

The good die young, you better live your life

Now I'm back in the city where the shit don't stop

I'mma blow the house up 'til my shit get popped

My stomach get to hurtin' when the shit get lost

We do the touchdown dance when we get it across

Two girls in my S-Class

Twenty pack in the black bag

Hundred grand in my backpack

Yeah, we get real trap money, fuck a rap check

Dog, I don't ever wanna be broke again

I take two big puffs and I hold it in

I'm on the Golden Gate Bridge on my way to Marin

I been in the game, I just pray that I win

Ridin round with the burner

I'm with Berner

Ridin round with the bags on me

'Bout to serve 'em

Got all these blue Benjimans

Yeah, I earn 'em

Yeah, I earn 'emThat money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'

Money on my mind like a pair of shades

Grind all week, I ain't slept for days

Paper routes, I know many ways

I got plenty traffic, no need for waze

Stay prayed, get paid, hustler made

My money too dirty, I need a maid

Broke boys talk down, throwin' shade

But real hustlers are never fake

High grade twist up like a braid

My money keep comin' like porn star

Tight grip, mine sharp as a blade

I got all the game like a sports bar

For the money I go real far

I gotta get it today, I'm not promised tomorrow

Look for it, I don't beg or borrow

I'm worried about mine, homie, not about your's

Wake and bake and get straight to the cake

Never talk down on the next man

Never ever do it for the Gram

Nah, stackin' up bread is the game plan

Wrist light up like an ambulance

Satellite plant got my eyes on slant

28k stashed in my pants

And I keep my mind on bands, babyRidin round with the burner

I'm with Berner

Ridin round with the bags on me

'Bout to serve 'em

Got all these blue Benjimans

Yeah, I earn 'em

Yeah, I earn 'em

YeahThat money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'Money keep comin' in

Put it in mattress

Not in a pipe though

Fuckin' an actress

I'm the new graduate

Yeah, that's how we actin' now

She want some Cookie, Lean, and Molly

Now dat bitch passin' out

I got that flame with me

Like I stay in the dragon house

Remember the Bando

Trappin' that gas out the boarded house

I might supply them ounces

Beat the pot, Ronda Rousey

Feel like I'm on the mountain

I'mma rich nigga

No, they can't doubt meRidin round with the burner

I'm with Berner

Ridin round with the bags on me

'Bout to serve 'em

Got all these blue Benjimans

Yeah, I earn 'em

Yeah, I earn 'em

Yeah

Money comin' inRidin round with the burner

I'm with Berner

Ridin round with the bags on me

'Bout to serve 'em

Got all these blue Benjimans

Yeah, I earn 'em

Yeah, I earn 'em

Yeah

Money comin' inThat money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'

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