My Bloodline

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    Cold, money ain't got no deadline
    But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline
    Ye and at the table man we toasting wine
    Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time
    My wrist gold, my shoes cool
    Them bricks cold, how 'bout you
    Money ain't got no deadline
    But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

    Get back hoe, I stepped on you
    Going in on this beast like a terrorist I bombed you
    Niggas talking about go vote!, I'm voting for Benjamin Franklin
    'Cause the money gon' change the world nigga what the fuck you think
    Land in my bed, Louie V my blanket
    Money under my mattress, and I'm fucking an actress
    RT, that's real talk!
    Money in my pants, now watch me do the money walk
    Forley me on, bitch we eat good
    And we don't see that top, bitch we see wood
    That's court side talking to them players
    Bitch we're some bosses so you talkin to some players

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    Cold, money ain't got no deadline
    But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline
    Ye and at the table man we toasting wine
    Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time
    My wrist gold, my shoes cool
    Them bricks cold, how 'bout you
    Money ain't got no deadline
    But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

    Versace, that be my belt buckle
    Shit and I keep that pistol nigga I'm my own muscle
    Been getting money got my own hussle
    Never been a dick rider, but she's a dick rider
    And I got my own wifi
    Just for these hoes connecting me
    And the plug keep wanna connect with me
    Beat the pussy up now I got your man girlfriend cop with me
    They asking me why the jury act so arrogant
    And it's shining hard, ain't really with that starring shit
    And my diamonds talk man, ye baby it's on that para shit
    And I'm getting overseas money ye baby I'm on that parachute

    Cold, money ain't got no deadline
    But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline
    Ye and at the table man we toasting wine
    Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time
    My wrist gold, my shoes cool
    Them bricks cold, how 'bout you
    Money ain't got no deadline
    But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

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