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yung dred - chief lyrics

[intro]
i make the money, these racks don’t make me
i make the money, these racks don’t make me
me and dee money want millions

[chorus]
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i make the money, these racks don’t make me)
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (said i make the money, this money can’t change me)
my diamonds a booger, my cuban a choker
i’m sellin’ on low, my pack comin’ over
feelin’ like chief, i hate bein’ sober
double cup, mix the wok’ with the soda
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i make the money, these racks don’t make me)
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i made these racks in the trap, it saved me)
my diamonds a booger, my cuban a choker
i’m sellin’ on low, my pack comin’ over
feelin’ like chief, i hate bein’ sober
double cup, mix the wok’ with the soda

[verse]
these n_ggas be cappin’, they know it
sippin’ on tussin, you n_ggas disgustin’ (ha)
smokin’ on [?] exotic, three_five in a russian
f_ck on your b_tch and you cuffin’ that lil’ freak
money machine in the trap goin’ [?] deep, yeah, yeah
you cannot stop it, i’m poppin’ for real
f_ck your lil’ deal, i just copped me a field
i spent a whole hunnid like this sh_t ain’t nothin’
i’ll drop a lil’ ten on your head
you n_ggas ain’t gangstas, you p_ssies are scared
[?] the goat, my d_ck in her throat
she askin’ for cash, i’m tellin’ her “no”
i’m droppin’ them packages fresh off the boat
one hunnid or better, i’m never gon’ settle
all of this trappin’ deserve a gold metal
free my lil’ patna’, he out, he went federal
fresh out the feds, got them racks on the schedule, yeah (yeah)
hunnid band jugg (hunnid band, hunnid band)
finessin’ and trappin’, we all gettin’ money
my city on fire, can’t be lackin’ in public
i’m pourin’ up wok’ and we rollin’ on 30s
my diamonds be bitin’, these hoes get excited
i’m smokin’ on [?] every time that i light it
[chorus]
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i make the money, these racks don’t make me)
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (said i make the money, this money can’t change me)
my diamonds a booger, my cuban a choker
i’m sellin’ on low, my pack comin’ over
feelin’ like chief, i hate bein’ sober
double cup, mix the wok’ with the soda
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i make the money, these racks don’t make me)
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i made these racks in the trap, it saved me)
my diamonds a booger, my cuban a choker
i’m sellin’ on low, my pack comin’ over
feelin’ like chief, i hate bein’ sober
double cup, mix the wok’ with the soda

- yung dred lyrics

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