Money Fien

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All you do is talk about money That's all you do, well bitch, I need it
Yeah, I just been counting my money up, the drugs be coming in totes
The man we gon' get by the boat, The drugs can get anything that you need
Keep poppin' these shits, I think I need a spleen My mom said I'm addict, I got a disease

My piss super dirty, my fit super clean, Fraud keep hitting that shit money fiend
I aint sipping that shit, that red be looking pink

I just been makin' that money so much, I got issues
Send my lil' bullies all it take is a  whistle , so Bitch, eat it up with a gristle
Pops I got expensive taste my pockets be thicker
The way I pop  these drugs, you think I be sicker

Don't be trickin' for no bitch, I know I won't pick her
Bag keep goin up, its some like a missile
Bag keep goin up, its some like a missile
If he talkin' that ticket, yeah, yeah If he talkin' that ticket, I'll get it
When I wake up, all I'm thinkin' is flippin' Cant even count what I made of the midget

Yeah, can't even count what I spent on the sipping
Can't even count what I spent for the drippin'
Quarter ticket for shit that im picking, Quarter ticket for shit that im picking

The money just talk for itself woke up rich, I'ma cop me some belts
Money phone be ringin', up off the cell I'm thanking the bank cuz the came up with Zelle

Christian loubitan I'm  bloody as hell,  so much weed shit be lookin like bails
My mama scared, think I'm gonna jail But I be slick' my shit when I be makin' my money
Rockin' Armani , talkin' my shit out the pocket pop a Tesla  pill, I go autopilot
But I can't forget the lil Roxy ' Back in that day hit them geebs out a socket

But now I be mixin' x up with the oxy Yeah, yeah, x with the oxy, x with the oxy
Out of my body, boy, I be floatin' Chain smokin' on that pack, we been tokin
He talkin' that money, but his money foldin' It's foldin
Bitch, I'ma geek off the x I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin

I'm rollin
Bag, bet it gon talk for itself,  his pockets look skinny, I think he need help
The ticket ain't what it was yesterday My bitch be a snack, she from better maid
I don't rock vetamans, but I keep chrome by the heart

I be sippin' on drank, you be up at the bar,
I'm geeked, take a trip up with the stars
Can see in my future that I'm living large

The drugs can get anything that you need
Keep poppin' these shits, I think I need a spleen
My mom said I'm addict, I got a disease
My piss super dirty, my fit super clean, Fraud keep hitting that shit money fiend
I aint sipping that shit, that red be looking pink
I just been makin' that money so much, I got issues
Send my lil' bullies all it take is a  whistle , so Bitch, eat it up with a gristle
Pops I got expensive taste my pockets be thicker
The way I pop  these drugs, you think I be sicker

Don't be trickin' for no bitch, I know I won't pick her
Bag keep goin up, its some like a missile

Runway walking in the fashion, im up for three days like addy
Don't come round here flexing that patek, I spank on her ass im her daddy
Trap out the caddy that money a magnet
If I don't go get it I turn to a manic, script going empty bitch know im gonna panic
Bows still be wet leave them out like they tanning

The drugs can get anything that you need
Keep poppin' these shits, I think I need a spleen
My mom said I'm addict, I got a disease
My piss super dirty, my fit super clean, Fraud keep hitting that shit money fiend
I aint sipping that shit, that red be looking pink
I just been makin' that money so much, I got issues

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