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I'm a bit of a wild card on this wiki.

I gotta count up, count up, count up

Count up these racks I made today

If you ain't talking 'bout money man get out my damn face

I got cash, cash, cash, please fly into my bank

If you ain't gonna dance for cash lil mama then you will not get paid

I'm gone blow ten grand

These bands will make her dance

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' to the money like I'm SpongeBob

Just like he know the Krabby patty formula

I just be cookin' up straight bars

I make cash like I'm Mr. Krabs

I might get down by the bank tomorrow

Dude I go dumb, I go stupid

Don't know what I'm doing

I feel like I'm Patrick star

That's my amigos over there

And nobody can hear me

But back on topic, topic

Gotta get the top down, lock it

Got a bad thang waiting on me, yeah yeah

Started flexing on the gram here we go, yeah

You're just wasting your time, baby

Ay, stop that lyin', baby

Get on your grind, baby

That flexin' ain't gon' help, baby

Had to call you out, yo

Had to call you out, yo

Had to call you out, yo

Holy Tony gone

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