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[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Bond No. 9, smell me all the time
Trap still, drop the Jordan number nine
Kash Doll counting, I don’ cashed out
Made a million dollars on a cash route
Homer Simpson, dope doer all the time
All the blue flame ain’t hard to find
Shooters on deck with me all the time
Push the envelope if you cross the line
Broke nigga need a translator
You be talking to investigators
Nigga on me, fuck his baby momma
Made her suck the dick with a condom

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Aye!
My conversations always, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Wrist prezzi, rolex, Trump- Obama
Hop up in the Maybach, I’m with Ricky
I’m with Scrilla, we the ones in every city
Look, waist snatched, ass fat, you know them titties
Gold chains, Coogi sweater, bitch I’m Biggie
Don’t pull it out the lot if it ain’t fucking kidding
Talking dinero, dollar, pound and peso bitches
Pussy so delicious, Chanel all in my dishes
Louis Vuittons six inches, when I handle all my buisness
About to pick the check up like a Nike bag!
Bank tellers love me, baby why you mad?
Aye!

[Hook]
Mister the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
I’m about to count a meal, me & Scrill
It’s four stories like a book inside my crib (levels)
MTV need to look at how I live
So when I talk that rich talk, you bitches know it’s real
I bought some Giuseppe’s just to wear them on a P.J
Got so many pair, you might never see a replay
My shit play up in Stroker’s, send a bottle to the D.J
Cell phone buzzing, the promoter’s say they need me
Rich talk, these Rosetta Stone’s
Different language when the fetty grows
KDmoji’s, for that rich talk
Even when I’m quiet, bitch my wrist talk

[Hook]

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, double, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings

[Verse 1]
New machine, zoom zoom
Big guns, boom boom!
Bitch you dusty! I need a broom
Only bad bitches, allowed in this room
Top flight, jet tight
You so broke, you fly a bike
My neck froze, it’s all ice
Put a ring on it, and name it Mr. Nice
His credit score 800, call him Mr. Right
Red fox, silver fox
Mink coat, chinchilla top
Maserati keys, drop the top

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, doble, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings

[Verse 2]
Uh
Money broad, I ain’t got her
I’m on an island, with your father
Blowing smoke, on a boat
I’m so cold, my clear coat
Red bottoms, they on fire
You baby father, he a buyer
Airport, passport
When we land, they clear port
Tell the driver, I got a show
Fifth classy shot
Versace stomp, Giuseppe stomp
I got it all, I need some more
The jewelry stall, I rake up

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, doble, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
I’m a bad bitch, I’m serious
You got that swag so I’m serious
I got that bank roll, I’m serious
It’s getting physical, I’m serious
Oh yeah, for real, for real
For real, for real
I’m serious, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
You want me to take you serious?
Gotta show me something
Ain’t no used to fronting
This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
And I’m just here stunting
Styling, Gucci slides on the island
Diamonds on my medallion
Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
Know somebody who will
That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
If he ain’t got hustle, don’t fuck him
That’s gang, he a sucker
DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
It shouldn’t be news when I win
That ain’t nothing new
They see how I did the coupe
Dip low, when I slide through
They see how I did the roof
Dip low when I ride to
So if I call him boo
Just know he the fucking truth
That’s real

[Bridge]
I’m serious like a heart attack
Boy you know I got that water wet
I told him boy don’t play
Diamond rings, private jets
Yeah, daddy I want all of that
For me to take you serious
Them diamonds ain’t real
Them diamonds ain’t real
You want me to take you serious
You and I
You want me to take you serious
But you ain’t trying

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse 1]
I need at least 2 commas, cause I ain’t that kind
Not even fifty k, could get me out my pajamas
I need one point something, cause I want one point nothing
Had to turn in to something
And nothings not an option
When your life is worth fortune
I want it all, fuck a portion
I love the way my hair blow in that Panamera Porsche
And I love the [?] on my wine pop cork
I’m in a pent house top floor, and love a silk Versace robe
That I keep my pussy sweetened, my nigga do you hear me?
When I say you can’t afford me, I’m all about my Benji’s
Bitch never will I fall, I made the game look pretty
Bitch my name Kash Doll!

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse 2]
It’s Kash Doll vs Keisha, hoe
The flow hot but some people say that Keisha cold
I just came here for the motherfucking piece of dough
I want the greens like the motherfucking reefa smoke
Designer bitch, double C’s on my low low
Chanel bag, I’m in love with that Coco
Chocolate bitch, he in love with that cocoa
I make it bounce, he in love with the pogo
I’m just saying that my diamonds be Rosetta Stone
Foreign shit, need a passport to get ’em home
Roof disappear, and now the top gone
I need some motherfucking butter on my popcorn
Get it right!

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse]
Now it’s the dolly, not Parton
But pardon my french
Give no fucks about no nigga
Give no fucks about no bitch
And I never see you haters
Guess you haters don’t exist
Anyone feel any different
Give my ass a french kiss
I run this, I’m the trillest bitch
Who gotta dispute?
I mean who gon’ prove me wrong?
Now which hoe wanna get cute
Funny, hoes be talking mad shit
When I’m around, they mute
Cause they know this tongue a pistol
I ain’t scared to make it shoot
I ain’t scared to make it clap
I’ma throw this ass back
To the realest nigga
Who ain’t scared to run this bitch some racks
And I’m speaking all facts
I’m the truth to be exact!
You bitches don’t get no money
Cause ya’ll don’t know how to act

[Pre-Hook]
See I be grinding
Show after show
Man I mean I’m thriving
Shining, look at these diamonds
These bitches blinding
Fine dining, I’m eating shrimp
On a private island
Rising, just like a god
I got your nigga tied up

[Hook]
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money! Check!
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money!

[Verse 2]
So run up, run up, run up
Hoe get done up
And you know I’m with the shits
Don’t tolerate no disrespect
This Dexter Ave, in this bitch
You might wanna reconsider me
Before you make your choice
Cause if you niggas bet against me
Then you backing the wrong horse
See we all in Barney’s shopping
He drop ten, and I drop ten
Just so I can stunt on bitches
And take pictures with my fans
Just so I can go finesse
And get them digits from your man
Hope you know this flex ain’t personal
I hope you understand!
I’m a hustler, she a whore
I’m Gucci, she Micheal Khors
I got the juice, I got the flare
You can’t compete, you don’t compare!
You bitches sneaking everything
But me, shit I’m good everywhere
I’m gon’ keep dropping, I ain’t stopping
Until I’m a billionaire

[Pre-Hook]
See I be grinding
Show after show
Man I mean I’m thriving
Shining, look at these diamonds
These bitches blinding
Fine dining, I’m eating shrimp
On a private island
Rising, just like a god
I got your nigga tied up

[Hook]
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money! Check!
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money!