miss roxie v twerking her ass in front of the mirror part 2

And I got so much money I swear my pockets is sloppy

I'm rockin' foreign designers where everything is so cotton

My money winning you jockey, all my hoes for a ride

I bought a Bentley, about to be sold a Jaguar Glide

Red lips on your head, now your homeboy shot

I got a credit card and stitter for every chain I got

That Mr. Bank was a gift for a ***** for all the brain I got

I be a boss, I be there, I had to explain this squad, this Gouard

2, finesse, I'm gone with the set

Ain't no need callin' for your money, bet

2, finesse, I'm gone with the set

Ain't no need callin' for your money, bet

2, finesse, I'm gone with the set

Ain't no need callin' for your money, bet

2, finesse, I'm gone with the set

Ain't no need callin' for your money, bet

DJ's scream, he rep by schemes, press down on jets

I work that triple beam, I'm the man in the truck

I show you shit you never seen, you get rich out there

I'm talkin' million dollar months, you could double your set

Smoke two hundred dollar blunts, every box that's stacked

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