Money Magic Freestyle (feat. Vintage K)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All gas no e in the tank
Smokin' these runts and it got my mind blank
My niggas stay solid and we can not change
Boy what the f*ck did you think
E.V.E nigga this shit in my veins
You niggas is pussy you pink
I got the mother fucking hoes on me
Know that the za ain't free
I hit the lot and I'm moving in slow-mo
Want you some gas then I own a sunoco
Lil shawty geekin she doin' the most most
I might just move to a whole other coast coast
Don't normally stunt and don't normally boast boast
Put his bun in the heater he toast toast
I gotta rock out nigga I pour up a 4 and it f*ck up my liver (yeah)
Yeah, I pull the cock out nigga ain't talkin' my dick but the clip I'ma clip em (yeah)
Yeah, I need an advance and I need the cash in hand if it ain't I'ma skip em like flippa
Roaches on roaches
Tray full of ashes
Lift up the spring we got dope in the mattress
Don't be nosey you can't go to the addy
Of course she soakin up the sound it's a habit
Whole lot of tricks I pull it out like it's magic
My homie don't got it I do then he got it
Know I'ma rasta my locs I'ma wrap it
Remember me poppin' them percs like a addict
He poppin them percs like a addict
These niggas is tragic
They clockin' they watch like a Patek
Yeah Patek Philippe, boy watch your tone when you talkin' to me
Gotta pay for this style cuz this drip ain't cheap
I sing but I took this shit back to the streets
Hope these fake niggas die like they caught a disease (woah)
You can look in my eyes and just tell I'ma beast
Yeah my pockets they heavy, they fat, they obese
We got Staqz in this bitch he was cookin' up beats
Better straighten your talk when you talkin to me
She gon' eat up the dick while I eat up the beat
Get the work for the low I'ma sell it for cheap
Bitches goosin' and cluckin, they love the physique
Yeah they love the physique, yeah they say I'm unique
You can look in my eyes you can tell I'ma beast
I been coutin up racks I been countin this cheese
I ain't no killer but give me a reason
And nigga don't push me cuz I'm really feenin
I talk to the streets and they think that I'm preachin'
I can not hang with no lames I can't hang with no leeches
I skurted the coupe off the lot it was screetchin' (skrrt)
I done hopped off the porch I been hopped out the bleachers
Ice this shit cold and these niggas is freezin'
Aye, aye, aye freezin'
This shit that money magic (we got that money magic)
Money magic, money magic, money magic, this money magic
Money magic, money magic, money magic
(Aye) this money magic (money magic)
This money magic (we got that money magic)
This money magic (hey)
This money magic
(Pass me the lighter)

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