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Lirik They Can't Judge I

Ay, this for them get money bitches, man
You know what I mean?
I can't judge y'all
However, y'all get that money
I salute you back, know that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

See I, met her at Magic and I don't go there often
Anything she can have it all, she gotta do is call
And she go to school by day, but she at night she work at Onyx
You can't judge, she'll do anything to get that money

Even if she sell dope, start cooking
Dancing or selling pussy, it don't matter 'cause
You can't judge her
Even if she got four different baby daddies (what?)
I don't care, long as she happy
It ain't my business 'cause
You-you can't judge her (yeah)

Nah, I can't judge her (no)
What you do is your business (shit)
But when I see you out in public (what?)
I can tell that you gettin' it (okay)
Them shopping sprees are dating (uh-huh)
She reminds herself by phone (shit)
And she passing all her classes
Pay tuition on her own

Tell them bitches this yo' song
Turn it up before the speakers say (okay)
I got my own everything, so we relate (shit)
To each other, that money we cuddle
B-bitches we fuck together
You got my back forever and ever

I love the fact you got yo' own and I salute you girl (salute)
You don't depend on nobody
Dedicate this to you girl (to you)
I remember when I first asked for your number
You said I couldn't have it
Then I saw you at the parking lot at Magic
And it went like this

See I, met her at magic and I don't go there often
Anything she can have it, all she gotta do is call (she gotta do is call)
And she go to school by day, but she at night she work at Onyx
You can't judge, she'll do anything to get that money

Even if she sell dope, start cooking (shit)
Dancing or selling pussy, it don't matter 'cause
You can't judge her
Even if she got four different baby daddies (what?)
I don't care, long as she happy
It ain't my business 'cause
You-you can't judge her (yeah)

These bitches come a dime a dozen (dozen)
But it's hard to find a girl like that who got her own
And don't need a nigga for nothing (nothing)
But some hard dick and a shoulder to lean on
The bitch gotta PhD
And she living in her dream home

And probably got like two or three phones
C-Call me the messiah (shit)
How it look she giving me a loan
Bitch, I'm the supplier
She might be flying in the outtie
Or could whipping a Porsche
She gotta bankroll in her purse bigger than yours

And her car note paid for house paid up
She ain't graduated from college yet (no)
So stripping at Magic made her (okay)
And if I need it she go get that for me
I can't judge you, girl, get that money

See I met her at Magic and I don't go there often
Anything she can have it, all she gotta do is call
And she go to school by day, but she at night she work at Onyx
You can't judge, she'll do anything to get that money

Even if she sell dope, start cooking
Dancing or selling pussy, it don't matter 'cause
You can't judge her
Even if she got four different baby daddies (what?)
I don't care, long as she happy
It ain't my business 'cause
You-you can't judge her (yeah)

See I, met her at magic and I don't go there often
Anything she can have it, all she gotta do is call (she gotta do is call)
And she go to school by day, but she at night she work at Onyx
You can't judge, she'll do anything to get that money