| Oh, mmm
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| Yeah
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| She got money in the bank
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| Lot more fuel left in her tank
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| Seh she ain’t takin' no chances
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| Niggas ain’t shit
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| She got money in the bank
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| Lot more fuel left in her tank
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| Seh she ain’t takin' no chances
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| Niggas ain’t shit
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| Big body sway, when she coming up my way
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| Big body swerving, baby curvy like the bay
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| Ice in her ring, ice for the Chardonnay
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| Step out the stage, light to my day
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| Ay, drop it easy, back up, rewind and then release it
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| Tense, let the stress out, phone flight mode
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| Let them stress out
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| Couple racks in the bank, investments, got a couple
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| Book and street smart, could teach you how to hustle
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| Baby girl just go 'head 'cause only God can judge you
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| He gon' always love you
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| And for the other, she got
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| She got money in the bank
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| Lot more fuel left in her tank
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| Seh she ain’t takin' no chances
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| Niggas ain’t shit
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| She got money in the bank
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| Lot more fuel left in her tank
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| Seh she ain’t takin' no chances
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| Niggas ain’t shit (Ain't shit, yeah)
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| She just fuck if she want, she just move if she feel (Yeah)
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| She not fallin' in love because niggas ain’t real (Yeah)
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| She said tell her the truth, she just waan know the deal (Yeah)
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| She gon' dig through the dirt 'til the right one reveal (Yeah)
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| Because God knows it hurt her inside (Yeah)
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| Another good girl gone bad
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| She got money in the bank
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| Lot more fuel left in her tank
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| Seh she ain’t takin' no chances
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| Niggas ain’t shit
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| She got money in the bank
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| Lot more fuel left in her tank
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| Seh she ain’t takin' no chances
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| Niggas ain’t shit |