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Money Feins
by Ricch Ferb
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Money Fein, Imma money fein
Shiii, i’m tryna get the bread, that’s What i want
Imma money fein, i’m tryna get this Paper, Let’s get this paper
10k deposit we some money feins
My brothers by my side through the Mud they my only team
Turnt up with a million dollar check Got a money dream
Spending hella bread when i’m rich Like money grow on trees
Hella cash i want racks fuck the fame I want the bag
Who them niggas they go last
I was dead up on my ass
Grew up with Trench Baby man we Was underclass
These money deals man they really Goin fast
Money fein, money fein, jhit let’s Make a deal
My nigga 2xtwiin he always kept it Real
He came and fed me when i didn’t Have a meal
Always know the play when you Drive behind the wheel
Hold up hold up bitch bring me my Money
Hold up hold up why you acting kind Of funny
When i pull up i’m gon make you Look real dummy
Not just that but imma spray you till Is sunny
Money fein, imma money fein
Ye, Money fein, y’all already know
Boom, Pow, this the sound of a K
When I whip my i8 maine you know This a race
I’m going too fast on the dash get out The way
If your ass ain’t husstling then get up Off my face
Get up out my face, i’m tryna run this paper
You a disgrace, imma smoke you like A vapor
I came from Groveland where they Always keep that laser
If you see me and the guys you better Keep that chain tucked
Hold up hold up bitch bring me my Money
Hold up hold up why you acting kind Of funny
When i pull up i’m gon make you Look real dummy
Not just that but imma spray you till Is sunny
Bitch imma money fein I want the Bread
Play me for some money maine put it On your head
If we playing tunk imma hit you with A spread
You say you real but you fucking With the feds
Money Fein, Imma money fein
Shiii, i’m tryna get the bread, that’s What i want
Imma money fein, i’m tryna get this Paper, Let’s get this paper
10k deposit we some money feins
My brothers by my side through the Mud they my only team
Turnt up with a million dollar check Got a money dream
Spending hella bread when i’m rich Like money grow on trees
Hella cash i want racks fuck the fame I want the bag
Who them niggas they go last
I was dead up on my ass
Grew up with Trench Baby man we Was underclass
These money deals man they really Goin fast
Money fein, money fein, jhit let’s Make a deal
My nigga 2xtwiin he always kept it Real
He came and fed me when i didn’t Have a meal
Always know the play when you Drive behind the wheel
Hold up hold up bitch bring me my Money
Hold up hold up why you acting kind Of funny
When i pull up i’m gon make you Look real dummy
Not just that but imma spray you till Is sunny
Money fein, imma money fein
Ye, Money fein, y’all already know
Boom, Pow, this the sound of a K
When I whip my i8 maine you know This a race
I’m going too fast on the dash get out The way
If your ass ain’t husstling then get up Off my face
Get up out my face, i’m tryna run this paper
You a disgrace, imma smoke you like A vapor
I came from Groveland where they Always keep that laser
If you see me and the guys you better Keep that chain tucked
Hold up hold up bitch bring me my Money
Hold up hold up why you acting kind Of funny
When i pull up i’m gon make you Look real dummy
Not just that but imma spray you till Is sunny
Bitch imma money fein I want the Bread
Play me for some money maine put it On your head
If we playing tunk imma hit you with A spread
You say you real but you fucking With the feds
