[Intro]
\n(Fred On Em)
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\n[Chorus]
\nKidnapped money, baby, they tryna charge me with holdin' Ben Franklin hostage (Yeah, ho)
\nAte too much, my stomach full of hundreds (Yeah), my body startin' to get nauseous (My body startin' to get nauseous)
\nI smelled money reekin' out her body and I came here to lick it off her (Ooh)
\nI fuck with you, baby, but it's like a grocery store, you come in, let's go coachin' (Yeah, haha)
\nHe was born to have a hole in his head (Yeah), he was like a whale or a dolphin (Haha)
\nThey valet the Wraith and you mad as hell 'causе you had to pay for your parking (For real)
\nYou can't get no money and I can't gеt no money, I don't see the point in us talkin' (No, no)
\nThis big business, baby, I'ma close the deal, but I'ma also close a nigga coffin (Cartel)
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\n[Verse 1]
\nYeah (Hey), if you want the bale, just spend it (Hey)
\nIf you got a Zelle, then send it (Hey)
\nCan get you your mail in a minute (Hey)
\nYou either gon' fail or finish (Haha)
\nThese niggas gon' tell the business (Hey)
\nThese lil' niggas quails, they fishes (Hey)
\nI got rich with scales and dishes (Haha, yeah, ha-ha)
\nFuck you mean, you don't wanna fuck with me, daddy, oh (No, no)
\nMiami Beach is the patio (Yeah)
\nI fuck with the bigger and badder hoes (Yeah)
\nYou gon' get this many Ps, I get this many Ps at the end, we gon' tally up
\nYou gon' get this kind of cheese, I get this kind of cheese, they gon' think I'm a macaron
\nThis the dark side of this cruel business, don't you come lookin' for love, daddy
\nOh, what you think, you a thug, daddy? You gotta get it in blood, daddy
\nDo her hair and skin, man, she love Addys, one thing about it, she love pappi
\nCome out the store with a hundred Lanvins, everything 'bout her above average, yeah
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\n[Chorus]
\nKidnapped money, baby, they tryna charge me with holdin' Ben Franklin hostage (Yeah, ho)
\nAte too much, my stomach full of hundreds (Yeah), my body startin' to get nauseous (My body startin' to get nauseous)
\nI smelled money reekin' out her body and I came here to lick it off her (Ooh)
\nI fuck with you, baby, but it's like a grocery store, you come in, let's go coachin' (Yeah, haha)
\nHe was born to have a hole in his head (Yeah), he was like a whale or a dolphin (Haha)
\nThey valet the Wraith and you mad as hell 'cause you had to pay for your parking (For real)
\nYou can't get no money and I can't get no money, I don't see the point in us talkin' (No, no)
\nThis big business, baby, I'ma close the deal, but I'ma also close a nigga coffin (Hey, yeah)
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\n[Verse 2]
\nAnd he just gon' spend that again (Yeah), lil' baby just get in the Benz (Hey)
\nHe came with the sharks with a fin (Yeah)
\nIt look like they in it to win (Yeah), when they showed the score, was it tens? (Yeah)
\nNew haters look at you and cringe (Yeah), yeah, I connect money to bridge (Haha)
\nFuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Yeah)
\nIs your pocket fightin' obesity? Is your bankin' app dingin' frequently?
\nIs you about money on Wikileaks?
\nIs you finna get on they ass, get a gun and a mask like you finna go trick-or-treating?
\nIs you finna get in your bag like you diggin' in trash like a homeless man finna see you? Yeah
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\n[Chorus]
\nKidnapped money, baby, they tryna charge me with holdin' Ben Franklin hostage (Yeah, ho)
\nAte too much, my stomach full of hundreds (Yeah), my body startin' to get nauseous (My body startin' to get nauseous)
\nI smelled money reekin' out her body and I came here to lick it off her (Ooh)
\nI fuck with you, baby, but it's like a grocery store, you come in, let's go coachin' (Yeah, haha)
\nHe was born to have a hole in his head (Yeah), he was like a whale or a dolphin (Haha)
\nThey valet the Wraith and you mad as hell 'cause you had to pay for your parking (For real)
\nYou can't get no money and I can't get no money, I don't see the point in us talkin' (No, no)
\nThis big business, baby, I'ma close the deal, but I'ma also close a nigga coffin\n\n
