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It sparkles like a shop window in the city center, where everything is loud, bold, and overly glamorous. Here, money is not just a means to an end - it is fuel for parties, an argument in a dispute, and the main magnet for everything around it. Every rhyming gesture is like a check slapped on the table, and it immediately becomes clear: luxury is not a backdrop, but a whole philosophy. A little chaos, a little bragging, but not a drop of boredom.
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LV bag got rhinestones on it These Tiffany bracelets got imported Diamonds look like Fiji waters Bitch tore loud, think she important Balenciaga tags, they can't afford it Still got brand new shit in storage This gas so strong, I'm hearin' voices Three bitches with me and they all gorgeous That's four bad bitches, bad, where the function at?
Look, throw that shit, it magic Yeah, got racks on racks on racks Yeah, that money make the pussy wet Damn right, all over Savage Yeah, he thumbin' through that check out like the lettuce green in cabbage Yeah, that money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that money Yeah, that money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that money Yeah, that money make your bitch cheat That money make your bitch cheat
That money make your bitch cheat That money make your bitch cheat Can't keep him without that bag I bag your bitch up into next week Can't keep him without that cash I'm givin' shit in case you can't eat This way, I got a lot on me too That ass, she shake it on me in the booth Maybach, I'm swervin' this bitch down the road
Maybach, I'm swervin' this bitch, got cologne in it Copped a new pink with a new thong Hoes in love with my clothes and that Four pretty bitches with big titties
And I got a bag to be dome with it That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that money Yeah, that money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that -money -Ayy, I'm a sack chaser Fuck around, make so much in a month, I ain't even gotta stack papers Hop on a plane, go pick up a duffel, fly to the rack later Mins, I got all this shit off the muscle Any nigga with me a piece off the puzzle I went corporate, my big brother hustle Run up, get shot, and your shit all trusted Boy, if you ain't one of mine, it's fuck you
Touch me and end up dead, good luck Forty on me, I ain't tryna tussle I put it all on the line, huh Know it ain't my first time, what's up?
Prestine watch, all the diamonds flooded Look for my wrist, I'm a blamer slut Lately, I been gettin' all kind of money Bitch, no, I still ain't buyin' her nothin' Big G SWERVE, I'm ridin' in somethin' Two, three whips, 'bout five, six hundred One karat tennis, you know how I'm bummin' Thick shit with me, they all wanna suck it Accounts no limit, I don't got a budget Can't stop spendin', I love it, I love it, I love it,
I love it That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that money
That money Yeah, that money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that money