Make Money
(专辑: All Jokes Aside - 2016)
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think I
seen this on the
TV show Bitch you ain't heard of me before Been there, done that, that's my old ho I
was feeling like you need to know Niggas tryna sneak diss F&N, pussy peep this It's a
flood, pussy leaking Cleanup on aisle 3
shit Charge it to the
game, no defense In the
game, tryna stay away from bleachers I
just got to stay away from leeches Cause I
got a
good heart, heart decent Brown skin, short hair, come and get this No down dirty shame, call me peaches One after another, that's a
sequence I
ain't really really into all that beefing All these nigga rats for that cheese shit Snitching, telling everything they seen shit Bout that action, I
might pop up on his seam quick Come through and shoot shoot, leave the
scene quick Yo Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Baby I
can't dance, I
can't bust no moves But my diamonds they be dancing and might bust a
move Let a
nigga try me, we gon' bust a
move They hit the
block, beat hot like [?] do Chilling, watching crushed [?] [?] fat boy, what's up dude? We might pull up in a
truck or two You can't get in, we don't fuck with you Lazy ass niggas don't make no moves They check us at the
door, we got in with the
tools One shot boom, two shoots ooh I
don't know shit, I'm like who shot who? Margiela's, Chanel, I'm giving 'em hell This shit should be a
crown I
bet I
make bail Hold up, wait, fuck 12 I
only pop champagne just to pour it in the
air, yeah Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money In my Rolls, read the
newspaper 8
ball, left pocket on the
pool table Stash the
money in the
pool table Walk in, I
need ones and a
booth table All these hoes love money, I'm [?] baby I
love money too, I'm a
boss baby I
been going nuts getting off lately Out of your league, I
need that money like the
golf player Me and you together, heart to heart baby I'm just joking, just a
thought baby You ain't got no job, boy you try me All these fake ass mobs, y'all not Italian Used to hit the
candy lady and get Laffy Taffys Back when they was singing “Girl shake that Laffy Taffy” Niggas don't come direct, niggas try be petty I
ain't lying, I
got 100 in my fanny packy Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money