BROKEY BAG

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Matty Butz & Boyd Money

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F*ck boy
Shit can get litter than lit boy
I need
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash stashed in a clip
Dummy rack, make it back
Dummy rack, make it back
Dummy rack, make it back quicker than quick
Damn he mad, brokey bag
Damn he mad, brokey bag
Damn he mad, brokey bag pockets so thin
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash hunnid cash aye
Listen nigga
I'm a show you how it do when it come to my city
These niggas be actin talking never walk it out
And still freeze up when they see me
F*ck all that fake shit
These niggas saying they loyal but be acting all shady
I remember every time a nigga passed the dime
These stories be sounding too crazy
Yo bitch on me cause you don't do it right
She on the team every other night
Shit locker room where she suck it right
After school 3 niggas on sight
Cause all these bitches want is an athlete
Make it big gon pay a fee
Say my name yeah first and last
So I know they must've heard about me
In the gym tryna shoot like John
Talking shit and my niggas on
Feeling like I'm Al Capone
Say the word we gon get em gone
Know some niggas that be pocket watching
In ya home straight window shopping
What you got is what we need
And what I mean is I need
I need
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash stashed in a clip
Dummy rack, make it back
Dummy rack, make it back
Dummy rack, make it back quicker than quick
Damn he mad, brokey bag
Damn he mad, brokey bag
Damn he mad, brokey bag pockets so thin
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash hunnid cash
Folding a bitch couldn't be me
I took his jawn, turn him to cuck
She with the flock, yeah she a bird
Bitch when I shoot I tell her duck
Count up the scratch, so much my palms itching
Feather I dust
The chicken I cluck
Chain make yo neck rust
My chain gold dust, that's a bus
Hate niggas, my name Uncle Ruckus
Too fine, fill 20 dimes in a bucket
My chain gon chang a lang, make ruckus
Chang chang, getting paid over here
Name the blunt Missy
Only smoke dutches
Walked in some choo's
She left out with crutches
Too many to choose
Too little to f*ck with
She slide me the cooze
Put dough in her oven
To tell you the truth, sorry bae
I need
Milk in the morning
She only get dick when she horny
When I'm in it yeah I'm whipping the foreign
I'll never hit bitches, I send word to Lauren
Pocket few G's, my jeans named after Warren
Motor mouth from the Passion Roc I'm pouring
King like Ramsey, I ain't talking Gordon
Shots of the Remi Martin, that ain't Lawrence yeah
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash stashed in a clip
Dummy rack, make it back
Dummy rack, make it back
Dummy rack, make it back quicker than quick
Damn he mad, brokey bag
Damn he mad, brokey bag
Damn he mad, brokey bag pockets so thin
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash
Money bag, hunnid cash hunnid cash

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