Money Junkie

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Beezy Youngin

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Feel free to get some money
Say I'm infatuated, now I'm a money junkie
Put that on my soul, I bet I'll die before you take it from me
Let me pop my shit, I put it down
They know how I'm bomin
Still in da mix I'm 'round town, you know I ain't runnin'
Still takin' risks, I got these rounds on me all in public
And ain't no need to hit my phone, it ain't 'bout no money
Won't let ya play me like a fool, nah I ain't no dummy
Run down on a n****, ain't talkin' Temple Run
Knowin' I pop my shit say ima get these funds
And this rap shit super funny
And lil shawty head, stupid dumb
Slide, slide, slide, ride, gas up and go
Feel like a quarterback but I can't pass up these rolls
Show and tell, tell and show
Don't sugarcoat, say it with ya chest
Say gone and let me know
I'm mackin' with a lil fifty, but I ain't gotta scent
Ain't tryna go to hell, but I still repent
Remy and some Hen tonight I know I won't remember shit
Still tippin' still flamin', blazin' all these blacks I hit
Vibin' with my twin, he say let's get it in
Backend after backend, gotta have it
I need every penny
Stamped these tats all on my neck say where I'm from we with the shits
You know I don't do no cappin'
Ima tell it like it is
Feel free to get some money
Say I'm infatuated, now I'm a money junkie
Put that on my soul, I bet I'll die before you take it from me
Let me pop my shit, I put it down
They know how I'm bomin
Still in da mix I'm 'round town, you know I ain't runnin'
Still takin' risks, I got these rounds on me all in public
And ain't no need to hit my phone, it ain't 'bout no money
Won't let ya play me like a fool, nah I ain't no dummy
Aye say I'm stuntin' like my daddy but thuggin' like my mama
Ain't pressed 'bout gettin' my lick back 'cause I believe in karma
Say it is what it is and it ain't what it ain't
I keep on truckin' through the rain but I don't do it for Saint
Pour some pour up in my drank now I feel a lil groovy
Pop some twins while my brother rollin' up him a doobie
Try us, is you stupid?
Behind us, it's some shooters tryna pin ya like a reminder
Pop out, we get to it
Wby he actin' like a hoe? Say bruh I already knew it
Still screamin' f*ck da law, high speed I'm pursuin'
I'm going nuts all on these tracks, all this shit gettin' neutered
And bitch I'm true to my religion, bald head like I'm Buddha, aye
Feel free to get some money
Say I'm infatuated, now I'm a money junkie
Put that on my soul, I bet I'll die before you take it from me
Let me pop my shit, I put it down
They know how I'm bomin
Still in da mix I'm 'round town, you know I ain't runnin'
Still takin' risks, I got these rounds n me all in public
And ain't no need to hit my phone, it ain't 'bout no money
Won't let ya play me like a fool, nah I ain't no dummy

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