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q money - neat كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(think it’s a game?)

n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me

it’s q money, ain’t sh-t

[hook]
i like my money real neat, just like i like all my freaks
you said you’re f-ckin with me, imma just sip my lil tea
she let me f-ck her for free, she charged your -ss a fee
f-ck her on top of the cover, then i still change the sheets
wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key
i keep the gang with me, cause they goin’ bang for me (keep goin!)
i show my -ss out in public, you’d do the same sh-t if you came from nothing
i made it out, n-ggas say i got lucky, i’m doin’ my thing, only god can judge me

[verse 1]
my teachers done f-cked me, but now they wanna f-ck me
i’m stunting’, i keep me some bands in the duffle (that’s louis v!)
when i was trappin’, i didn’t touch nothing
my lil n-ggas servin’ for me on the huff, b-tch i’m on fire, these hoes wanna puff me
saint laurent shades got me feeling like puffy
ain’t it ironic that hoe called me ugly, now ain’t it ironic that b-tch wanna f-ck me
she wanna suck me, i’m gettin’ money
i been sayin’ ain’t sh-t funny
i get that bag and i blow that, say you get money then show that
this is q money not kodak, watch where you brinin’ your hoe at

[verse 2]
i used to trap out the corner store, i put the grams on the stove
i know some b-tches that play with their nose, most of my n-ggas still servin’ that dough
when i was servin’ fiends blew up my phone, i blew up the pack, i made that sh-t back
pull up to the trap or wherever i’m at, don’t bring your phone out when i’m servin’ this pack (for real!)
i hit from the back, she gon’ get attached
why? cause my d-ck just like crack
i look like i dress, i smell like a sack
why? cause i got them racks
hit the club popping, moet, (yeah!) hit the strip club and throw it (yeah!)
you got dope then smoke it, (yeah!) i’m still pistol totin’ (yeah!)
momma told me “stay focused”, (yeah!) everybody know i’m chosen (yeah!)
most of these hoes be bogus, (yeah!) cause they don’t cop that lotus (yeah!)
pour champagne on my rollie, (yeah!) dress in all black, but i’m still holy (yeah!)
n-ggas ain’t tough we expose em, (yeah!) n-gga, you ain’t tough we expose em (yeah!)

(think it’s a game?)

- q money

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