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Boosie Badazz

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[Intro: K CAMP]
Camp! K CAMP
Lately, I've been getting money
(Big Fruit)

[Hook: K CAMP]
Lately, I've been getting money
I can't help how you feel
Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real
Show 'em you real, [x4]
Lately, I've been getting money
I can't help how you feel

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
Lately, I've been getting a whole, a whole lot of money
My haters they been getting a whole, whole lot of nothing
I can't help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed
You have fun with them riders I'm so, so fresh
Everything I touch turn gold
I'm a winner
Lately, it's playboy mansion pussy might dig ha
You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world
Who the man?
They gone tell you boosie badazz
Call it my freedom, now I'm eating, they got whiplash
7 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich
I can't help how you feel
Cause you feel how you feel
I'm just gon' do me and continue to be too real
6 different hustles, now I'm bringing in a new year
Thank God, real music been saved, boosie boo hear they mad
Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's
Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wankaego]
I'm getting cash
My own crib, my own car
Sitting back, getting money bags
I'm swimming in I, l-l-lone shark
Counting checks, that GPS don't stop beeping
Like da sound off, that navigation, lead me to the paper
Like on star, them trap niggas they love me, them whack bitches ain't nothing to me
Cause ain't none of them hoes above me
I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad
You can't afford my tote bag, I'm killing shit
Toe tag, see me in the whip, like deuces go hang ya self
Y'all nuisance, we turnt up, we turnt out
My liquor straight, no juices sitting
By my radi in the getting bread, like I work at panera
Panoramic roof, who disappear it, I reappear it in the panarama

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Webbie]
You know me, I grew up straight up off fast money
That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffing dat bitch
Sound like a band don't it? It seal up like a man don't it?
I expect them bands on it, we get hoes, then we fuck 'em
They gon' brag on it, you can talk that talk
Can you walk that walk with bout 8 times ass on ya?
Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her dance floor
Oh that ain't nuthing, you should see her with no pants on
I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long
But it be so fun while it be lasting and I last long
And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her
And I see that pretty pussy, see dats da one to call

[Hook]

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