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歌詞

Where the money? Dance like a strip- Dance like a stripper Yeah, they talkin' 'bout we ain't got them muthafuckin bags boys While we drippin' and draped up Ya understand me? I'll run and get my bitch some money Where them dollars at? Dollars Where them ballers at? Ballers Where them callers at? Callers Yeah, yeah Fuck a dollar bill Fuck it Where them hundreds at? Hundreds Blow it like a fan Oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Where them dollars at? Whoa Where them ballers at? Whoa Where them callers at? Whoa Yeah, yeah Fuck a dollar bill Oh Where them hundreds at? Oh Blow it like a fan Oh Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin' Hold back Please don't touch if you ain't tippin' Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin' He say he love me when I'm drunk 'cause I get freaky off the liquor Oh I'm rollin' up the 'Woods like I'm allergic to the Swishers Yup A bitch was tryna hate, I saw her drive off in a pick up Haha Ya nigga only see me on the weekend like I'm SZA That's it Yeah, I need my bread upfront Slow down I spend a hundred like ones Yeah Ain't no broke bitch in my section Oh Do 'em like Kobe, no passin' Oh Hood, but he say its sexy Yeah Threw so much cash, she got up Said, "Dreezy you a blessing" Ain't that a ho? I just keep on pourin' liquor And I'm VIP'n, ignoring niggas Yeah All my bitches with me rollin' Got more smoke than all them niggas Yeah Doors flippin', foreign whippin' Skrt-cha Whole life had to go and get it Yeah Get you checked you tried to stunt I got three five in my blunt Who want smoke? Where them dollars at? Dollars Where them ballers at? Ballers Where them callers at? Callers Yeah, yeah Fuck a dollar bill Fuck it Where them hundreds at? Hundreds Blow it like a fan Oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Where them dollars at? Whoa Where them ballers at? Whoa Where them callers at? Whoa Yeah, yeah Fuck a dollar bill Oh Where them hundreds at? Oh Blow it like a fan Oh Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin' Hold back Please don't touch if you ain't tippin' Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin' Yeah, got a money bag Bag I'ma go and get that sack and I'ma run it back I'ma run it back Pull up with some bad bitches, probably brought a hundred racks Yeah Niggas try to touch, we on yo' ass, it ain't none of that No sir Yeah, paper on me, Jansport Pull up in a Transporter Skrt Bitches, they don't like me 'Cause I think that I'm so damn important Ha Red light, no camcorder Put you niggas in order Yeah Fine, I'm from the Chi but Gotta peach like I'm in Atlanta, Georgia Bet Outside like bubblegum And the insides like Peppermint Right Louie V with my Vetement And my bezel lookin like two tens Drip Dope girl like I'm sellin it Send 'em off like I'm mailin it Need Hennessey and my section lit When I leave, countin' up presidents [Chorus] Where them dollars at? Dollars Where them ballers at? Ballers Where them callers at? Callers Yeah, yeah Fuck a dollar bill Fuck it Where them hundreds at? Hundreds Blow it like a fan Oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Where them dollars at? Whoa Where them ballers at? Whoa Where them callers at? Whoa Yeah, yeah Fuck a dollar bill Oh Where them hundreds at? Oh Blow it like a fan Oh Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin' Hold back Please don't touch if you ain't tippin' Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin'