Money (feat. Cmac & Liltoot)
PAID LEE
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Money, money, money, I'm just gettin' my dough Money, money, money, gotta get me some more Money, money, money, I just let this shit go Gotta get cheese, you know how it go I gotta get Money, money, money, I'm just gettin' my dough Money, money, money, gotta get me some more Money, money, money, I just let this shit go Gotta get cheese, you know how it go I gotta get more Rest in peace my partner, free all my shottas Don't trip off lil' shit, country Mack, I know you got us He was really down to earth, showed a n***a his worth Me and T growing up now, that boy a plant you in the dirt Man that boy so fresh, why his style too clean Rap n***a with a fat belly, but the hoes still chose me Do a dougie for the bands, I ain't in to shakin' hands I'm real n***a, you not, hell no, we can't be friends And I've been rollin' this weed, been goin' through it Short fuse, don't want you talking to me I got a mind of my own, grown before I'm grown Kids throwin' up that five, a home away from home But back to crackin', let's get to it, baby If you have no visions or no money, how is you my lady Flexin' on the socials for your n****s, knowin' life is mainey Actin' like you got it on the low, little baby, who you faking Money, money, money, I'm just gettin' my dough Money, money, money, gotta get me some more Money, money, money, I just let this shit go Gotta get cheese, you know how it go I gotta get Money, money, money, I'm just gettin' my dough Money, money, money, gotta get me some more Money, money, money, I just let this shit go Gotta get cheese, you know how it go I gotta get more Money on my mind Bitch, I'm on my grind, knowin' I'm a shine Press a nigga line, finer then some wine Hit it from behind, lil' baby know you wanna live this life Boss up, baby, get a check Like a body builder, bitch, I love the flex Niggas pockets empty, but they say they got it, man I swear these niggas get no respect All headshots, might hit you neck Poured up, PAID with a tech Run it up, bitch, with the check We up now, n***a f*ck, the next All headshots, might hit you neck Poured up, PAID with a tech Run it up, bitch, with the check We up now, n***a f*ck, the next On the mission to the bag, baby Signin' hella fast like I'm drag racing Pumped him up like a gas station Can't kick it with you, that's back pacing On the mission to the bag, baby Signin' hella fast like I'm drag racing Pumped him up like a gas station Can't kick it with you, that's back pacing Growing up around OGs Don't really f*ck with them phonies Pops, yeah you a OG Skinny, yeah you a OG Growing around OG'S Don't really f*ck with them phonies Pops, yeah you a OG Skinny, yeah you a OG
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Written by: Charles Neal, Clifton Cook, Shannon White Jr
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