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mr.money - intro كلمات الأغنية

yeah, yeah
ha, gang

i’m out in j_pan with some n_ggas
we tryna find moves on the bread
don’t talk to that n_gga he fed
i’m talking this sh_t cause i mean it
that boy just saying what come to his head
well he better think before he don’t have it
that beef sh_t a drug and they say i’m a addict
i just been flossing like this sh_t a habit
one wrong move and he sleep in a casket
b_tch i stay balling like shaq in the paint
he catching them bullets like he on the saints
lead hollow tips only thing he gone taste
he not catching one he want more like lays
my team full of ballers we calling the plays
before we was youngins just jumping the gate
grew up, got a new glock on my waist
we pulling the trigger then pulling away
i’m off of this street sh_t the next four bars
imma talk bout this b_tch that i hit
she just hit up my phone like she tryna get lit
did that, i kicked that hoe out the crib
now we back to the program
i should’ve known that lil b_tch that you had over there was a hoe man
they say that i’m the coldest out here no snowman
b_tch off the rip had to tell her no romance
this is the intro slight sh_t
could’ve been all off the brain said f_ck it i’m bouta go write it
that glock stay concealed like i’m working the night shift
strap on me now i feel like a dyk_ b_tch
me and bubba just like shaq and kobe
no friday everyday we smokey
we don’t give him passes we turning him holy
if trap was a sport then i’m winning a trophy

- mr money

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