Moneyyy

Yeah
Wh wh wh wha?
Yeah nigga
Me and Sylvy in this bitch you know what sayin'
We bout' to turn shit up right now
Bruh you might as well turn the fuckin' speakers up nigga
You might as well turn them bitches up nigga
Cause we bout' to go dummy
We bout' to go stupid nigga
We bout' to go dumb right Sylvy?
Ain't we finna go dumb? (Yeahyuh)
Yeah nigga we finna go dumb
Gang shit no lame shit bitch

I'm rappin' and trappin' I'm cappin'
I'm shippin' I'm packin'
I catch a nigga where he lackin'
All of my niggas be brackin'
And I know a couple crips and them niggas be crackin'
She got a fat ass I'ma smack it
And I got the choppa bitch I'm pistol packin'
Huhhhhhh?
I run up that work and I get it
I run up that work and I flip it
I'm fuckin' on all of these bitches
Ha, no cap
I got that money I'm keepin' a strap
Pull up on me get the bags, the cash
She wanna fuck she throwin' the ass
Young Tae beat the ass like some glass
Oh shit nigga I'ma spazz
Just like some water I get on yo ass
Just like a choppa I'm finna go blast
1 2 tip toe up in that pussy
Wet wet drip drip and that shit gushy
I'm on a roll, just like a Tootsie
Niggas gon' fold just like a Onesie
Bitch I'ma shoot, nigga you done-zy

Niggas gon' fold, just like a chair
She gon' have to ride on me like Ferris Wheel
I'ma go get a Patek, wrist chill
Run up in the scene, I'm the show, Dr. Phil
Runnin' to the money like I'm runnin' up the hill
End of discussion I'm bout' to go and make a mill
Yes I got fans, windmill
If she don't eat, I'm the meal
I'm a batter like I'm on the field
Shawty wanna tell me how she feel
I'ma get the checks blue 100, Navy Seal
Why is you talkin' you shopping' at Sears
I am a emperor bitch overseer
When she give me neck, I over see her
These niggas be runnin' away like a deer
Damn that ass was fat like oh dear
Phss whoo



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Writer(s): Sir Sylvy
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