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Camp! K Camp 

Lately, I've been gettin' money 

(Big Fruit) 

Lately, I've been gettin' money 

I can't help how you feel 

Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Lately, I've been gettin' money 

I can't help how you feel 

Lately, I've been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money 

My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing 

I can't help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed 

You have fun wit' them robbers I'm so, so fresh 

Everything I touch turn gold 

I'mma winner 

Lately, its playboy mansion pussy might dig her 

You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man? 

They gone tell you Boosie badazz 

Doubted my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got whiplash 

7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich 

I can't help how you feel 

'Cause you feel how you feel 

I'm just gon' do me and continue to be too real 

6 different hustles, how I'm bringin' in a new year 

Thank God, real music been saved, Boosie Boo hear (They mad) 

Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's 

Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know 

Lately, I've been gettin' money 

I can't help how you feel 

Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Lately, I've been gettin' money 

I can't help how you feel 

Queen of Trill I'm gettin' cash 

My own crib, my own car 

Sittin' back, gettin' money bags 

I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark 

Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin' like da sound off, 

that navigation, lead me to the paper like Onstar, 

them trap niggas they love me, 

Them whack bitches bow down to me 

'Cause ain't none of them hoes above me 

I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad 

You can't afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit toe tag, 

see me in the whip, like deuces 

go hang ya self y'all nuisance, 

we turnt up, we turnt out 

My liquor straight, no juices 

Sip Amaretto in a Porsche Carrera gettin' bread, like I worked at Panera 

Panoramic roof, poof disappeara, I reappeara in a Panamera 

Lately, I've been gettin' money 

I can't help how you feel 

Baby you a real one, get hit, tell 'em real 

You know me, I grew up straight up off fast money 

That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin' 

Six twelves, old schooled that bitch, sound like a band don't it? 

It sit up like a man don't it, I spent them bands on it 

We get hoes, then we fuck, they gon' brag on it, 

you can talk that talk can you walk that walk, I'll A-Town dance on ya 

Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her dance song 

Oh that ain't nothin', you should see her with no pants on 

I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long 

But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I last long 

And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her 

See that pretty pussy, see dats da one to call 

Lately, I've been gettin' money 

I can't help how you feel 

Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Show 'em you real, 

Lately, I've been gettin' money 

I can't help how you feel