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Uh, Who that at the door? I was fuckin' on your bitch She call my phone, feigning for more Man, that girl a fuckin' whore I was passed out on the floor Yeah, I blacked out Like Polo G, I had your bitch wit her back out Damn, damn, last year she dumped me Now that girl a fuckin' fan She said she need me and she reachin' for my hand But I can't let her They know I'm countin' cheddar Man, they all know I do better I'm with your girl, she know she bad You with AJay, you know she glad She can't believe on what we had She said, her ass was fuckin' trash I was speeding in that Nas Hopefully I never crash You know I be countin' cash I be gettin' to the bag I be gettin' to the cash I be gettin' to the racks To the bag, to the bag I be gettin' to the bag, to the bag I be gettin' to the cash, to the bag Oooo You look so exhausted I said I'm gon' call you But I never do it often You did nothin' like this Why the hell do you keep talkin'? Everybody shut up I got cash when I walk in Bag when I walk in Bad when she walk in Bag, I got cash I got bag when I walk in Got the bag, the bag