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[intro]
it’s my money and i need it now! [x4]

[hook] x2
f-ck a check, b-tch
i need cash, b-tch (ayy)
tryna stack it (ayy)
then i’ll stash it
put her on my guest list (ayy)
she a bad b-tch (ayy)
ain’t no tactic, i just like your fashion

[verse 1]
i’m hanging with the bad kids, hope no one gets arrested
i can’t hold it back, sometimes i just get aggressive
she can’t tell it’s real, she say she can feel my presence
and if she a bad b-tch, i’ll put her on my guest list, yeah
make it look easy, this effortless, live in the moment but i be ahead of it, watch it unfold and then i say i said that sh-t, i knew i’d f-ck her the second i met that b-tch, varsity letterman and i sold green for the benjamin’s, i got the light like i’m edison
varsity letterman and i sold green for the benjamin’s, i got the light like i’m edison

[hook] x2
f-ck a check, b-tch (ayy)
i need cash, b-tch (ayy)
tryna stack it (ayy)
then i’ll stash it
put her on my guest list (ayy)
she a bad b-tch (ayy)
ain’t no tactic, i just like your fashion

[verse 2]
put her on the list, what’s the last name? (what’s your full name?)
stackin’ every coin before that cash came (i had that piggy bank)
million dollar notes, check the last page (that’s an iphone x)
but i’ma need the b00bies for the backstage (b00bies, b00bies!)
order dejour on the menu
they know me, i sell out the venues
roll with the pack, can’t slack now
and she just wanna twerk in the background
order dejour on the menu
they know me, i sell out the venues
roll with the pack, can’t slack now
and she just wanna twerk in the background
so i – zoomed off, you could prolly do it too but you n-ggas too soft so the p-ssy all mine
caught a cold, might leave you in the snow, colorado where i live where the frost might bite (ugh)
right now, i’m the man in the mansion, red bottoms, blue prints she planted
new drip, don’t slip its wet, let me talk my sh-t, you a guest on the list like “d-mn”
finna mosh pit with the fans
mix in the greens with the yams
oh – man, she tryna leave me exposed, teleport, leave me alone
oh – d-mn, almost got caught up again
soup with the juice and the gin
we don’t love them hoes but the homies in the back kickin’ sh-t till the curtains close

[hook] x3
f-ck a check, b-tch
i need cash, b-tch (ayy)
tryna stack it (ayy)
then i’ll stash it
put her on my guest list (ayy)
she a bad b-tch (ayy)
ain’t no tactic, i just like your fashion

[outro]
it’s one thing to embarr-ss me, right
it’s another motherf-ckin’ thing to p-ss these guys off that we have to play against
they’re just playin’ f-ckin’ stupid, man!
yeah, listen to your teammate, buckethead!
you’ve gone right past stupid and into another category
it’s called suicide, chumpy!

- low hanging fruit lyrics

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