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Houston,
we
have
a
problem
Damn
shorty,
you
talk
too
much
Lost
for
words
Bentley
coupe
serving,
tell
me
what's
the
word
Everything
you
did,
I
did
that
Gotta
get
rich,
I
admit
that
Shawty
so
thick,
gotta
hit
that
Shooters
on
point,
that's
a
head
tap
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
I'm
on
the
move
like
a
U-Haul
Diamonds
they
dancing,
moonwalking
I'm
on
my
third
strike,
gotta
play
ball
I
don't
care
about
none
of
these
niggas
Gotta
run
it
up,
count
these
figures
I've
always
been
that
nigga
I
was
riding
around
with
thirty
bands
with
a
bad
bitch
on
my
right
I
was
plotting
on
a
hundred
bands,
I
was
trying
to
get
right
I
took
a
couple
losses,
but
I'ma
get
it
right
I
get
to
it
I
get
to
it
I
get
to
it
I
get
to
it
Damn
shorty,
you
talk
too
much
Lost
for
words
Bentley
coupe
serving,
tell
me
what's
the
word
Everything
you
did,
I
did
that
Gotta
get
rich,
I
admit
that
Shawty
so
thick,
gotta
hit
that
Shooters
on
point,
that's
a
head
tap
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
Gotta
get
money,
I
love
that
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