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Money bag. Money bag. Money bag. Bitch, I'm looking like a money bag. Money bags. Cardi. I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari on Friday. This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Blasi' I said, "Bae, it's a snack," He said it's a entree. With them pretty-ass twins, you look like Beyoncé. Looking like money bag, money bag, money bag, Uh. Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah. Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh. Money bag, money bag. He can tell from the Front I got ass behind me. And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace Driveway. Looking like money bag, Money bag, money bag, uh. Money bag, money bag, money bag. Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo. Money bag, money money bag. And my bitches with Me pretty too, they look like bridesmaids. And they all bloody gang, so don't be talking Sideways. He said I'm topsy, thick, You look like a Tootsie, sissy. He make sure he put Cardi down on his Grocery list. Now why this bitch tryna look at my Snap? I take him in and I won't give him Back. I just walk into the booth and attack. I hit this blunt and the roof collapse. I've been broke my whole life. I have no clue what to do with these Racks. Breast be laid, waist snatched, Ass fat, straight facts. Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine. Gems jumping on my dick, that's why they call It trampoline. do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari on Friday. This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Blasi' said. I said, "Bae, it's a snack," He said it's a entree. With them pretty-ass twins, you look like Beyoncé. Looking like money bag, money bag, money bag, Uh. Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah. Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh. Money bag, money bag. He can tell from the Front I got ass behind me. And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace Driveway. Looking like money bag, Money bag, money bag, uh. Money bag, money bag, money bag. Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo. Money bag, money bag. And my bitches with me Pretty too, they look like bridesmaids. And they all bloody gang, so don't be talking Sideways. These bitches salty, they sodium. They jelly, petroleum. Always talking the background, don't never come to The podium. Chef Cardi B, I'm cooking up, I see you hoes at the stove again. While you hoes was sleeping on me, I made Forty bands by four PM. They be taking shots, miss, miss. X and O, kiss, kiss. Everything your nigga want, I'm like a walking wish List. I don't understand what this hate is about. How you gon' say your man gay with my Name in your mouth? I the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari on Friday. This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Blasi' said. I said, "Bae, it's a snack," He said it's a entree. With them pretty-ass twins, you look like Beyoncé. Looking like money bag, money bag, money bag, Uh. Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah. Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh. Money bag, money money bag. He can tell from The front I got ass behind me. And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace Driveway. Looking like money bag, Money bag, money bag, uh. Money bag, money bag, money bag. Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo. Money bag, money bag. And my bitches with me Pretty too, they look like bridesmaids. And they all bloody gang, so don't be talking Sideways
El Alfa, Cardi B — Money Bag
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