[Verse 1] Every bitch I had look like they got booty shots Gunna likes to shoot but not the same object that Kool got Kool is my photographer, aint know if you knew or not East Atlanta, Im with Mojo, hes got stupid nines And in this section by myself, Im a fucking gangster College bitch say she always wanna fuck a gangster Foreign cars, out on Alabo and Rocheblave In that nine, Glock 9 tucked up in my waist South side, outside, hustle in the rain Wont cut no corners, stood on corners for a quarter a day 252, get 4 of them, you got 1008 Public housing, stay from round, smoke out a pound of grapes Sold bookoo ounces by the thousands in a race for guap Chip off a block, killer come quickly chip off your block [Hook] I heard that it was money on the avenue Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon Shawty, a bad bitch, her booty doing magic Racks a woman magnet, watch her do gymnastics Say the street lights pause, just came on All my girlfriends wondering why I aint came home Im a money magnet, Im a money magnet Im a money magnet, and my pockets got the mumps [Verse 2] Not in a disrespectful manner, but my pants is sagging Im in the game of pharmaceuticals, and I aint bragging I gave a listen to your music and I started laughing Wondering who the fuck is you, and when you started trapping BWA, Bread Winners Association Aint got a DOC number, we not associated Polo logo crazy, only on my underwear In my closet for hours, undecided on what Imma wear I walk around with 60 grand in my 508s And rings glistening, women giggling, right away Dont hang out in booty clubs, I dont like to party Cause bitches from the booty club give me private parties [Hook] I heard that it was money on the avenue Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon Shawty, a bad bitch, her booty doing magic Racks a money magnet, watch her do gymnastics Say the street lights pause, just came on All my girlfriends wondering why I aint came home Im a money magnet, Im a money magnet Im a money magnet, and my pockets got the mumps [Outro] I heard that it was money on the avenue Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon Say the street lights, just came on And my pockets got the mumps
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