Money Twërk
Yeat
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Yeah, yeah, yeah My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (damn, Trgc made that?) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, get bread like Lil' Boosie Yeah, yeah, ayy Yeah-yeah, yeah, ayy-yeah Yeah My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie Got hunnids on me every day, I got blueys (yeah) Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah) Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go) F*ck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt) Hunnids and fifties, we addin' up sixties F*ck money and bitches, that's all that we know No AM to PM in 7-Eleven Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah) I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah) They ask me, "What do them racks do?" (A lot) I told them (what? Yeah) Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk (yeah, yeah) Just left the Earth, she go berserk (let's go) My money twerk, my money turn up (up, up) My money flip, my money burn up (yeah, skrrt) I got two phones, one to scam, one to burn on (brrt) Hellcat do the turn around then do the donut (skrrt) Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk (skrrt) Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top (woo) How I make two hunnid bands off a laptop? Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody (shh) You not my bitch or my cuddy (uh-huh) Yeah, Balenciaga, Margeli' (Balenci') Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly (uh) Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly (uh) Please, don't make me go shh like Melly (bah) I been in LA, I been in Elly Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly (yeah, yeah) Everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly (Chanelly) I was broke, broke, now I made a milli' I was livin' locked up, makin' money, goin' silly Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it (yeah, yeah) Balenciaga my sweat suit I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit (ooh) Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo (woo) Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky (freaky) This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her Fushigi (Fushigi) I told my fiends I might haircut my beanie I don't wish for shit in this life, f*ck a genie, yeah (uh, uh) First, I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones Second, I pour up some Wock' so I feel some (go) Then, I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more And then take me an X, so I feel some more (so I feel some more) My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie Got hunnids on me every day, I got blueys (yeah) Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah) Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go) F*ck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt) Hunnids and fifties, we addin' up sixties F*ck money and bitches, that's all that we know No AM to PM in 7-Eleven Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah) I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)
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Written by: Noah Oliver Smith, Joshua David Hall, Jammarius Emondre Hill, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Mason Saerok Wu
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