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[Verse 1] (I need) Therapy and Zoloft instead of ecstasy, that's the two main things Fix yo' priorities, you steady askin' me 'bout whips and chains (How much you pay me?) Treat me like a slave, it's the R. Kelly in yo' veins All 'em police games, no twelve plates, subtract that shit by eight Baby, where's the foreplay? Baby, where's the foreplay? You got like five, six bodies but I overlooked yo' whore days I looked you in yo' eyes, I looked past between yo' thighs I tried to focus on yo' mind but thе harsh truth, don't nothin' change [Break] Run that shit back Rule number onе, get that money (Hi) Hood rich, 430 Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, woah-oh, ayy, nigga [Chorus] Is it my car or my clothes that got all these bitches on go? Or my style, or how I roll, that make these hoes want to fuck for sure? [Verse 2] Maybe 'cause I'm trim and [?] Look how they did it, not like Fem' Nigga, I ain't nothin' like, nothin' like 'em, nigga Watch me hit it wit' a hammer on their head, ayy Twenty naked strippers bitin' on my pillow Blow it like a whistle, fuck her once and Fuck, I'm in this [?], scale is off the Richter Dawg got more juice than me, sure, nigga Nigga, I'm a snapper, I'm a slider, I'm a Broward Country FLA survivor Ride, hop on it, baby, show me my opponent [Chorus] Is it my car or my clothes that got all these bitches on go? Or my style, or how I roll, that make these hoes want to fuck for sure? Is it my car or my clothes that got all these bitches on go? Or my style, or how I roll, that make these hoes want to fuck for sure, nigga? [Outro] Get that money