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foolio - money 3x كلمات أغنية

[intro]
zaytoven, boy you made this sh-t boy
money money money, 6
money money money

[chorus]
sprint to the pack, i’m just runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
post in the trap ’bout money money money
no days off, sh-t monday through sunday
b-tch i’m tdb 6, ho you know how i’m comin’
my main b-tch say i’m actin’ funny funny funny
’cause i nutted in her -ss now i’m runnin runnin’ runnin’
broke -ss ho want my money money money
b-tch if you ain’t from the 6 then you can’t get nothin’
sprint to the pack, i’m just runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
post in the trap ’bout money money money
no days off, sh-t monday through sunday
b-tch i’m tdb 6, ho you know how i’m comin’
my main b-tch say i’m actin’ funny funny funny
’cause i nutted in her -ss now i’m runnin runnin’ runnin’
broke -ss ho want my money money money
but if you ain’t from the 6 then you can’t get nothin’

[verse 1]
i started from the bottom, used to post with them choppers
old lady ‘cross the street, she keep callin’ crime stoppers
crab -ss n-gg-, you a motherf-ckin’ lobster
straight yay in the cut, he a real top shotta
i don’t tell ’em shoot, they just do it for the thrill
kenny k in the cut, wanna k!ll k!ll k!ll
all day like a slave, kojack in the field
n-gg-s fold like paper when this sh-t get real
want a bad b-tch look like marilyn monroe
she my top, i make her -ss get the dough
name a young n-gg- got more motherf-ckin’ flow
nineties baby goin’ crazy, have a seat, take notes
i’m just tryna be a real eight figure n-gg-
come between nat p, glizzy he’ll k!ll you
hatin’ -ss n-gg-s, i don’t motherf-ckin’ feel ’em
how it’s cold in the summer but it’s hot in the winter, 6

[verse 2]
six shooters in the whip, six fifty clips
trick daddy, slide records but i don’t slip
i’m saucin’, hit ’em with a little drip
be cautious, feds move real slick
got my weight up from the bando, i’m a trap star
n-gg-s pie, n-gg-s lie, you a cap star
b-tch you better get some money, yeah, that part
and don’t never show no feelings show no heart
but how you get money, you servin’ them onions
for two or three years, ain’t upgrade to nothin’
you smoke all your pack, just hang with the junkies
you flex for them hoes but really a flunky
feed that boy peanuts, that boy want my bunky
you get commissary and he takin’ your commy
rest up lil tj, lil johnny, and tommy
i’m not crazy, nah and i won’t be a dummy, 6

- foolio

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