Married To The Money
Lil Jo3y
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I got the hundreds watch the diamonds on my neck dripping bouncing to the floor Got a jet to what's the name you better suck on all fours Got the chains its dripping lose What you think the man is Zeus Go out here to Dubai Man private jets we getting high Pull up with the rack these bitch know how I'm boutta act I mark a milli by the tracks an still no features what about that An still the Cuban link at that now what you think These bitches wack just coped a Maybach truck it's slate We smoking thru them backwoods packs an packs an packs Bitch I get to high that shit help me mentally Seeing new money every week an it's helping my mental Boutta get another bitch Birkin bags it guaranteed But still get what I want Hoes an money all for me Smoking blunts in whips that's crazy got the stars up in the sky I ain't even look outside the money dance then watch me slide Imma do it till I die I'll stack this paper till I die I ain't leaving for a minute look long up an watch me rise Bitch I do I'm married to the money never switching that I swear to God I'll do this for the us man I'll never fail at that I'll pop my shit I'll pop your shit if you get close to me I'll make the switch Auto like I'm tuning up my voice an imma dog you bitch Calling on my phone I'm getting sick about this bitch I'm boutta do this shit myself an stack the bands up like a brick I got this dripping like it's water on my neck and on my wrist an I ain't here to play no games I boutta switch you up with this blick I'm boutta red eye dot this bitch You know imma scoop it out Imma hit 'em knock 'em down I'll keep 'em now this bitch around Because twenty eight the gang for real These my brothas hold it down We don't like that messy shit but when we spinning shit go down You won't catch me outta pocket like I'm Brady throw it deep One two three four five six seven diamonds rings just like TB Yeah I'm a shooting star an I'm the one you came to see I be making hits like everyday why you asleep I got the hundreds watch the diamonds on my neck dripping bouncing to the floor Got a jet to what's the name you better suck on all fours Got the chains its dripping lose What you think the man is Zeus Go out here to Dubai Man private jets we getting high Pull up with the rack these bitch know how I'm boutta act I mark a milli by the tracks an still no features what about that An still the Cuban link at that now what you think These bitches wack just coped a Maybach truck it's slate We smoking thru them backwoods packs an packs an packs Why you staring at me I'm the king I know I'm blinged down Got the ice an my shoes this shit gunna pay now ten toes down now what you think I'm just a different man I swear I've been doing this shit since I was the little man Sum to prove sum to lose An I got dividends whipping the coupe Never the news an ion need no friends I'm in the stu making some moves Once was the middle man Got me the shoes got me the suit You come to me for plans
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