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g.t. - what to do with my money? lyrics

[intro: g.t.]
sh_t on the floor, man
brrt
know when i do that, what time it is, though
gotta remind myself go hard, man, n_ggas can’t f_ck it up (yeah, c’mon)
what up, baby?

[verse 1: g.t.]
everybody tellin’ me what to do with my money
i’m blowin’ money fast, i be with lil meech dozen (what up, mimi?)
ask yourself what would you do for the money? (what would you do?)
stopped worryin’ ’bout myself, helped the crew get some money (all of ’em)
smoked a pound, poured a pint, now i look j_panese (j_panese)
flight to cali, me and crowns, that’s another hundred g’s
hit la, benji and baby money throwin’ up the c’s (crip)
can show you how that money grow on trees, rake the leavеs (ayy, ayy, ayy)
do the dash in the drop (skrrt, skrrt)
you know what it is, you don’t get no pass, you an opp
wе might start extortin’ n_ggas, make a n_gga pay to cop (for real)
lil’ n_ggas quick to tell, you know we don’t play with cops (12)
this watch came with a chopper, n_gga, with no stock (yeah)
left with a bag for a low number, n_gga gon’ save a lot
i’m drinkin’ on some tris today, n_ggas ran out of wock’
i’m rockin’ louis v today, tomorrow, i’ma do the ‘wop (no cap)

[chorus: g.t.]
my b_tch told me get a bag, f_ck these n_ggas (yeah)
i can’t stop grindin’ ’til i’m worth like eight figures (i can’t)
big bag, i could put on eight n_ggas (yeah)
you a fake n_gga, man, i can’t be gang with you
my b_tch told me get a bag, f_ck these n_ggas (yeah)
i can’t stop grindin’ ’til i’m worth like eight figures (up, up)
big bag, i could put on eight n_ggas (n_gga)
you a fake n_gga, man, i can’t be gang with you
[verse 2: baby money]
stop f_ckin’ with them small guys, bentley with the frog eyes
b_tch gon’ f_ck one of my n_ggas, b_tch, we all got it
and we don’t wear them type of jeans, they got small pockets
i need a n_gga right behind me if i fall backwards
these n_ggas is all cappin’, my n_ggas is all trappin’
and everybody got vv’s and we ain’t all rappin’
this demon only got one seat, i don’t need a passenger
come and k!ll a n_gga team, turn into a massacre
switches on my glock, fully on my chop, i like that
scope on the chopper, when i skype, you n_ggas skype back
put vv’s on her heart, when i hurt her, that’s her icepack
once we move the bag, you get a bag, f_ck a price tag
if you really love this b_tch, then why she in my mentions?
these n_ggas said they touchin’ dope, but never in the kitchen
gucci bucket hat on, i ain’t tryna see these n_ggas
plus the long gucci trenches, n_ggas think i’m goin’ fishin’, easy money

- g t lyrics

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