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No Question - You Can Get That lyrics
(feat. Bianca)[Bianca] Uh, first lady Uh huh, No Question C'mon, c'mon We gon' have a little Cristall poppin' here You can see me in the top, be clear, not the Benz baby boy I'mma go wit the box this year We ain't gon' take it, we can stop it there California, pay Rodeo a visit Cuz if it ain't Hollywood, in a year you'll be kickin' Get it down, C's spent in the rolls with me M.F., No Q, I was suppose to be [No Question] If you want a five double O, you can get that If you want ice on your wrist, you can get that If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady Let's spend some money, we can do this baby If you want a mink coat, you can get that If you want some karats on your ring, you can get that If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady Let's spend some money, we can do this baby Anything mamma, go and get that dough Don't spend cash, won't call no more Cats wanna know you but they don't know You want the fast life and them high priced clothes Money ain't never been a thing to me If your woman ain't laced, then she's gonna leave You're lookin' for a baller then you just found me Let's hit Rodeo for a shopping spree [Repeat 1] I'm looking for a partner who will die for me In the bedroom, she's a superfreak On the down low, take a fall for me Take a long stroke 'till my back gets weak Ma, I love the way that you play these cats Poppin' their guns like they built like that Talk about game and ain't got no rap Anything you want baby, you can get that [Repeat 1] [Bianca] We need to talk, heard you wanna put some ice on my ear Baller, huh? Hundred thou' twice in a year First Chick's the name, you gotta make the white sick Drop six and I love the way the rock sit Stay long, I'mma show you how to top flip I ain't jokin', just floatin' where the chips at Focus on the crib, clothes, I'mma get that What it take to make the kitty cat purr The chrome wheels, lights in six blame fur Platinum piece in back of every four karats Stack at least cuz I got a heavy 'dro habit It's all about the chips, be all about the cash All about the wrist he ballin' in the Jag Tipsey, crispy, all up in my glands Fifty, sixty, all about my man Fendi, Gucci shot the boss's game [Repeat 1] It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough It's all about the stash, and make a little mo' It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough It's all about the stash, and make a little mo' [Repeat 1 until fade] |
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