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money musik - money done geeked - m huncho version كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil gotit]
(money done geeked on this motherf_cker)

[pre_chorus: lil gotit]
money done geeked (yeah)
money on fleek (top chef)
money done geeked
money on fleek (i’m on that long live pope sh_t, n_gga)
money done geeked (let the beat ride)
money on fleek (yeah)
money done geeked (yeah)
money on fleek (yeah, top chef)

[chorus: lil gotit]
i cannot go back and forth with these lil’ bitty n_ggas
i’m tellin’ you, i’m tired of this sh_t (tired)
celine frames just to acknowledgе the b_tch (slime)
private flight gang, i’m with pilots and sh_t (phеw)
icebox lit, let him polish my wrist
word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (word in the town)
she pushin’ p, she ain’t fight ’bout no d_ck (push)
unless it’s a player, she swingin’ that bl!ck (push it)
swingin’ that glizzy, i don’t care for a diss
if she can’t demand, it ain’t nothin’ we can’t fix (brr)
these n_ggas cap, they ain’t touched a brick
you wouldn’t even know what to do with that sh_t
whole bunch of kizzy, they actin’ fake rich (kizzy)
don’t know ’bout these boys, get ’em out of my mix
this sh_t slime, f_ck the rest of that sh_t
these n_ggas broke, hundred thousand ain’t sh_t (on god)
[verse 1: lil gotit]
[sun kist?] [?], yeah
pushin’ on the street with a player (hoodbaby)
know them boys gettin’ bands (yah)
diamonds on my jacket, rick flair (hoodbaby)
tell on business, ya’ll tuckin’ y’all tail
we run atlanta, done kicked out the mayor (yeah)
pinky ring, pinky ring cost some wealth (pinky ring)
bro go p_ssy ring on her cell (yeah)
studio junkie chain, some flash (slatty)
these n_ggas too lame, no shade (yeah)
boy, f_ck a mention, we really don’t care
fur on my back like i’m fightin’ a bear (hoodbaby)
we ain’t poppin’ none of that cheap sh_t (yeah)
on that hit, her and friend on that freak sh_t (brr)
my hatians z’d up and they b_ing (z_ing)
so much avianne, b_tch, i’m freezin’ (brr)
360 boy, know that bl!cky gon’ spin, spin (spin, spin, boy)
name a lil’ b_tch or a ho i ain’t been in (ain’t been on)
drop an addy, a lo’ we ain’t been in (spin, spin)
f_ck that, double back, we ain’t finish (spin again)

[pre_chorus: lil gotit]
money done geeked (let the beat ride)
money on fleek (yeah)
money done geeked
money on fleek (top chef)
[chorus: lil gotit]
i can’t go back and forth with these lil’ bitty n_ggas
i’m tellin’ you, i’m tired of this sh_t (tired)
celine frames just to acknowledge the b_tch (slide)
private flight gang, i’m with pilots and sh_t (phew)
icebox lit, let him polish my wrist
word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (word in the town)
she pushin’ p, she ain’t fight ’bout no d_ck (push)
unless it’s a player, she swingin’ that bl!ck (push it)
swingin’ that glizzy, i don’t care for a diss
if she can’t demand, it ain’t nothin’ we can’t fix (brr)
these n_ggas cap, they ain’t touched a brick
you wouldn’t even know what to do with that sh_t
whole bunch of kizzy, they actin’ fake rich (kizzy)
don’t know ’bout these boys, get ’em out of my mix
this sh_t slime, f_ck the rest of that sh_t
these n_ggas broke, hundred thousand ain’t sh_t

[verse 2: m huncho]
lin’, hunch
yeah, hundred thousand ain’t sh_t
good in my hood man, i drive with no tints (tints)
stashing a brick at the back of the fridge
i done too many favors, i’m tired of this sh_t (sh_t)
police is really indicting us, sh_t (sheesh)
louis bandana just hanging and sh_t (sheesh)
these brothers they lying, they ain’t seen a brick (yee, hunch’, yee)
i’m pushing this sh_t to the limit (hmm)
my brothers with it, then in with it (yeah)
stick in my hand like it’s quidditch (yee)
this sh_t is really no gimmick (gimmick, yeah)
my mama told me “the sky is the limit” (limit, yeah)
driving a rocket, my dash is a digi’, i’m flyin’
i tell a b_tch to “get out” why you lying?
go make two fifty without even trying
vvs on vvs on vvs, they shine
i go tell my brothers “this sh_t is for life” (life, life, life, life)
i f_ck on this hoe (smash), can’t make her my wife, wife, wife, wife
i ain’t doing no back and forths with these clowns, they wasting my time, time, time, time
[chorus: lil gotit]
i can’t go back and forth with these lil’ bitty n_ggas
i’m tellin’ you, i’m tired of this sh_t (tired)
celine frames just to acknowledge the b_tch (slide)
private flight gang, i’m with pilots and sh_t (phew)
icebox lit, let him polish my wrist
word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (word in the town)
she pushin’ p, she ain’t fight ’bout no d_ck (push)
unless it’s a player, she swingin’ that bl!ck (push it)
swingin’ that glizzy, i don’t care for a diss
if she can’t demand, it ain’t nothin’ we can’t fix (brr)
these n_ggas cap, they ain’t touched a brick
you wouldn’t even know what to do with that sh_t
whole bunch of kizzy, they actin’ fake rich (kizzy)
don’t know ’bout these boys, get ’em out of my mix
this sh_t slime, f_ck the rest of that sh_t
these n_ggas broke, hundred thousand ain’t sh_t (on god)

[outro: lil gotit]
money done geeked
money on fleek
money done geeked
money on fleek
money done geeked
money on fleek
money done geeked
money on fleek
money done geeked
money on fleek
money done geeked
money on fleek
(i’m on that long live pope sh_t, n_gga)
money done geeked
money on fleek
money done geeked
money on fleek

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