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I Do
by AlbySound
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Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
And It Goes
Dollar for your heart
Penny for your thoughts
Nickel for your soul
Eating mills in goals
Game playing, the controlling by Brazilian
But I ain’t even tripping tho, I’m still living
And I play my Cardi b’s here, With the money moves
And this mister T here, Don’t be pity foos
It’s pitiful, If it’s me you try to ridicule
Shy to formidable, this verse is my confessional
Intro, extro broke my shell, with a sledge
This Chick from Puerto Rico, arm and hammer what I said
I don’t waste time, cuz ain’t no minutes left
And there's Rhyme to my reason, ain’t no gimmick steps
It’s swell, We all got a story to tell
And It’s story-time and I’m spreading details
What entails, who prevails and also fails
Drugs, sex, stream numbers, and also the sales
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
And It Goes
A dime for the sculptor
Quarter for the culture
Five dollars, keep it real
My aim is for the bills
Climbing towers, as I got a eyeful
Want status and power, but what do I know
I’m so prideful with thots, collected like vinyl
Constant cycling, vaginals like spirals
Causing elopes, while escaping down the slopes
Winter child with the art, is painting the dope
This ain’t no money anthem, so tell me what happened
I'm rappity rapping here, with the true passion
I’m old fashioned, and I’m in the wrong era
Still Sahara as I smear her mascara
And it’s full size when I’m talking bout the thighs
Hitting snake eyes as I’m rolling the dice
No lies ain’t no fools paradise
Word of advice yo you better think twice
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
And It Goes
Dollar for your heart
Penny for your thoughts
Nickel for your soul
Eating mills in goals
Game playing, the controlling by Brazilian
But I ain’t even tripping tho, I’m still living
And I play my Cardi b’s here, With the money moves
And this mister T here, Don’t be pity foos
It’s pitiful, If it’s me you try to ridicule
Shy to formidable, this verse is my confessional
Intro, extro broke my shell, with a sledge
This Chick from Puerto Rico, arm and hammer what I said
I don’t waste time, cuz ain’t no minutes left
And there's Rhyme to my reason, ain’t no gimmick steps
It’s swell, We all got a story to tell
And It’s story-time and I’m spreading details
What entails, who prevails and also fails
Drugs, sex, stream numbers, and also the sales
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
And It Goes
A dime for the sculptor
Quarter for the culture
Five dollars, keep it real
My aim is for the bills
Climbing towers, as I got a eyeful
Want status and power, but what do I know
I’m so prideful with thots, collected like vinyl
Constant cycling, vaginals like spirals
Causing elopes, while escaping down the slopes
Winter child with the art, is painting the dope
This ain’t no money anthem, so tell me what happened
I'm rappity rapping here, with the true passion
I’m old fashioned, and I’m in the wrong era
Still Sahara as I smear her mascara
And it’s full size when I’m talking bout the thighs
Hitting snake eyes as I’m rolling the dice
No lies ain’t no fools paradise
Word of advice yo you better think twice
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Engaged to the money, need a wedding band
Money bring power, pussy, I’m the man
Married to the money, oh yea I do
Married to the money, oh yea I do
