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kapone luciano - money (freestyle) كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
money…
for the money…
money…
money!…
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
money!

[verse 1: kapone luciano]
(yea… ya… yea)
where i’m from money means that sticky green
fine b-tches and the coldest cars you’ve ever seen
them n-ggas mean mug, why they hate for?
cause ain’t no more real n-ggas left to hate on
them dogs bark loud, but they ain’t gone get stupid
life’s like a back yard and i done been through it
jumping from gate to gate, we in a f-cking race
aye yung choppah i know a short cut to this paper chase
try to rob me watch my goons get wilder
yea they make a little noise but they guns get louder
i ain’t gone slip but they gone keep on waitin’
if you plottin’ with them boys then you partici-hatin’
antic-p-tin’ precipitation
these b-tches be wishin’ that they could take it
i’d rather play with that p-ssy and let them taste it
try to get’em to my room and then get them naked
i’m a sheppard square baby catch me doin’ my thang
east end taliban young suuwuu gang
no i ain’t ya d-mn peoples, no i ain’t ya d-mn equal
you know that glock under my shirt is f-cking lethal
my gun a carnivore cause it eat people
so much ice i should star in a matrix sequel
i’m a f-cking king don’t want no f-cking glory
my life’s like a movie based on a true story

[verse 2: choppah]
(yea… yea… uh)
standin’ in my presence watch yourself around mines
i have the (money) to f-ck around and buy ya life ten times
got the (money) to get inside ya girls p-ssy got her screaming like
(ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
uh and what you mean me and tweezy f. ya lady run tennis game on a wh0r-
and she go back and fourth back and fourth til one of us score
just for the (money) young n-gga and i ain’t searching for no record label
but if you looking for me i’m behind ya ladies navel
ha… i do what i does
cause money’s the inspiration and i do this because
you n-ggas know you can’t stop me, i know you can’t stand me
you wishing they drop me but i’m hot so just fan me
i’m fly just listening to the wind blow
now wake up and see me beaming through ya window
look up a red beam on ya forehead
i make this rifle explode like a warhead
i’m on my rock sh-t shootin’ off in the mosh pit
you on ya bullsh-t but you ain’t trying to pull sh-t
i be on some other sh-t aka that dumb sh-t
and yes we brought them bangers got em’ bangin’ like a drum kit
n-ggas tryna down grade sayin’ that im frontin’
but i believe the correct vernacular is stuntin’
i gotta go can’t miss my next flight
i see you all in the next life, holla at me

[hook]
money…
for the money…
money…
money!…
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
money!

- kapone luciano

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