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Click Clat (Remix)Got that Fetty on my mind, steady trying to get moreAin't no time for stopping, see that green light, let's go Got that money bag for that money bag, get it all for that low That exchange and that hand shake, don't count it all let's roll Do a hundred thous quarter mill, half a mill hey Treat this money like my bitch and I'ma fuck her eryday See her ass right and her past life make it hard as hell to squeeze I'm blowing all this money, man I'm trying to find a new breeze Trying use me to come up, nigga fanned out with that hand out Dark tint with that...on it, real niggas don't stand out Click clat, we clap it all, desert eagle, 5 o If you ain't over your city, why the fuck you all in my convo Point bein it's gametime, take erything or take mine I pause nigga I pause, no draws that's hang time Calling my accountant tell that bitch I got See tomorrow on the news money tall like the ain't My money, right, my money, bread good, good, good Shawty fuck it, what's up girl? That hair good Bang, bang, pow, pow, I do my thang than Look at me now, now My money right, money money pass up Up and away Face down, ass up, I rep my town town, that's where I'm from from So nigga pow pow, boom boom |