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blac youngsta – money كلمات اغاني

[intro]
i was gon’ be me anyway
but you came to count up
i just want to count up, i just want to count my money
in peace and pride
i don’t want no one in the room when i count, k?
close my door

[chorus]
i said that money don’t make me (money)
i’m just good at making money
and i said, anything i do, they gon’ hate me (money)
they gon’ want to take some from me, yeah (money)
i said, “young n_gga, get your motherf_cking money (money)
don’t you let n0body talk you out and take it from you”
i thank lord i made it ’cause i come straight out the dumpster (gang)
you know i was broke and didn’t n0body give me nothing
[verse 1]
5% my winners, then i look likе, “who to trust?” (who?)
you got smoke with me, then you should bullеtproof your truck (for real)
catch my opps out and one time i’m looking like, “who to bust?” (doo, doo)
i’ma bust ’em all since the ambulance gon’ pick ’em up (grr)
money rule the city so i’m still stuck in my city ways
i’m just tryna get it, i buy real estate, then i renovate (yeah)
forty for a brick, eating winnup since back in the day (sh_t)
forty racks’ll get your head ticked off with that lil’ pitty pay
you know what these n_ggas, they be doing for they money? (gang, gang)
i might get you knocked off, whole time, your friends, they been a dummy (for real)
and i went to southside, if you want to fade, then we can run it (it’s up)
and i never backed down from no p_ssy n_gga, boy, i’m a zombie (p_ssy)
and i never squash no beef, don’t give no f_ck, you shouldn’t have done it
my lil’ n_ggas from the south, they really slime, they really gunnin’ (grr)
hit you with that mac ’cause we the greyout gang, we push another (bah, bah, bah, bah)
and them n_ggas rats, i made them p_ssies go cry to they mamas (brr)
‘fore i had a daughter signed, god showed me a lot of signs
if you cross me one time, then you’ll cross me a lot of times
she lied to me three times, then i told that b_tch, “never mind”
hoes feel like all my b_tches, they give me flowers ‘fore i settle down
hoping all my n_ggas, they keep it real ’til i pass away
we was whacking sh_t ‘fore we hit the high school, didn’t graduate (for real)
murder cost a fee but i promise that boy won’t last a day
you might think i’m lying, but i promise, boy, i ain’t exaggerating
[chorus]
money don’t make me (gang, gang)
i’m just good at making money (gang, gang)
and i said, anything i do, they gon’ hate me (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
they gon’ want to take some from me, yeah
i said, “young n_gga, get your motherf_cking money (money)
don’t you let n0body talk you out and take it from you” (money)
i thank lord i made it ’cause i come straight out the dumpster (gang)
you know i was broke and didn’t n0body give me nothing

[verse 2]
they’ll go fugazi for that bread but you know how they play it (yeah)
if you ever reach for my chain, boy, i’m gon’ bust your head (yeah)
guaranteed, i rip that chopstick, i’m gon’ fill you up with lead (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
my lil’ n_gga in the penitentiary, he got pen and bread (racks)
they don’t want no smoke, they ain’t sending kudos, they gon’ send the feds (huh)
every time i run into my opps, you know they finna fled (right)
left that b_tch alone, i had to cry, she take a pseudo fed (gang, gang)
i don’t give no f_ck, she lost her man, i’m still gon’ burn her head (yeah)
this a homicide, you lose your brain because it’s necessary (necessary)
see me, karma serum, i’ma take that rap, big bro, it’s necessary (necessary)
why i put my life up on the line? because it’s necessary
why i’m out here walking with that iron? because it’s necessary
yo lil’ shooter dead, don’t give no f_ck ’bout what your shooter said (yeah)
if i put them racks up on your head, i bet you, you’ll be dead (yeah)
money talking bullsh_t, walk a thousand miles, ho, use your legs
you ain’t talking money, then you losing bread
[chorus]
i said that money don’t make me (money)
i’m just good at making money
and i said, anything i do, they gon’ hate me (money)
they gon’ want to take some from me, yeah
i said, “young n_gga, get your motherf_cking money (money)
don’t you let n0body talk you out and take it from you” (money)
i thank lord i made it ’cause i come straight out the dumpster (gang)
you know i was broke and didn’t n0body give me nothing

- blac youngsta

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