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Now she wanna f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
Live a life of luxury, models in my money trees
Such beautiful company
F*ck a 9 to 5 I'm seeing dollar signs
But I'm still driving around in my old whip
Still living at home, got issues with my
Old chick she blowin' up my phone
Talkin 'bout some bullshit
Like who's this, who's that
Could be worse
So to calm her nerves
I just tell her

Roll up an L and light it
Let's go to space
Be my co, I'll be the pilot
Let's get away
Let's get away
Let's get away
Let's get away
Baby let's get away

Money doesn't grow from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
Rest assure I got it babe

Working for the finer things (finer things)
Getting in all kind of ways
[?] under my champagne
Every day we celebrate (celebrate)
F*ck your little phones a million a'int enough
But I'm still driving around in my old whip
Still living at home, got
Issues with my new chick
She blowin' up my phone
Now all I hear is womp' womp', womp' womp' (womp' womp')
But it could be worse
Girl calm your nerves I want you to

Roll up an L and light it
Let's go to space
Be my co i'll be the pilot
Let's get away
Let's get away
Let's get away
Let's get away
Baby let's get away

Money doesn't fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
And the rest is yours, I promise babe
If money don't

B 31 through 60, B 31 through 60 welcome on aboard
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Now she wanna f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
Live a life of luxury, models in my money trees
Such beautiful company
F*ck a 9 to 5 I'm seeing dollar signs
But I'm still driving around in my old whip
Still living at home, got issues with my
Old chick she blowin' up my phone
Talkin 'bout some bullshit
Like who's this, who's that
Could be worse
So to calm her nerves
I just tell her

Roll up an L and light it
Let's go to space
Be my co, I'll be the pilot
Let's get away
Let's get away
Let's get away
Let's get away
Baby let's get away

Money doesn't grow from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
Rest assure I got it babe

Working for the finer things (finer things)
Getting in all kind of ways
[?] under my champagne
Every day we celebrate (celebrate)
F*ck your little phones a million a'int enough
But I'm still driving around in my old whip
Still living at home, got
Issues with my new chick
She blowin' up my phone
Now all I hear is womp' womp', womp' womp' (womp' womp')
But it could be worse
Girl calm your nerves I want you to

Roll up an L and light it
Let's go to space
Be my co i'll be the pilot
Let's get away
Let's get away
Let's get away
Let's get away
Baby let's get away

Money doesn't fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
And the rest is yours, I promise babe
If money don't

B 31 through 60, B 31 through 60 welcome on aboard
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Writer: SYDNEY BENNETT, MATTHEW MARTIN, DANIEL MARLEY, NICHOLAS EAHOLTZ, STEVE LACEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP

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