Miss Na Kita
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2:27Don't play with him Hey, score so much in a day It's like a slot machine that hit jackpot every time I play Lil mama so wet, it feel like a storm that's knocking the trees away My pockets so fat, it look like a bag of cash that ate a buffet That paper stacked like it's cake Swish, you hear that net like a snake when it hiss too late I cut through the trap like a blade in a paper plate Had a mask on in the field like I'm a goalie Ice so cold, I made a hockey puck my brodie Hey, ain't too much to say Ballin', way before the big league, NCAA C-Double-A Hey, ain't too much to say Ballin', way before the big league, NCAA Ballin' on your head like I play for the Bucks Your pockets on a diet, mine still eat when them bags zip up Wrist so bright, it make the night go hush Hey, if I lift it up, it look like lightning struck I done got a bankroll, I came up from nothin She keep on shakin' that ass cause she know how to follow instructions If I make that spot hot, volcano, she erupt Mixin' the 20s and 50s and 100s, yeah, I'm a money combustion Mixin' the 20s and 50s Mixin' the 20s and 20s and 50s and 100s, yeah, I'm a money combustion Yeah, 20s and 50s Mixin' the 20s and 20s and 50s and 100s, yeah, I'm a money combustion Count it so fast, make the math lose touch Keep a stash so deep that the floor might crush Hey, the chrome so clean, it make the whole damn sky look flush All these ice up in my chain, make the heat back up