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dinero - bigbabygucci lyrics

[intro]
(dinero be my logic, do you understand? hey) yeah
(think it’s funny, cookie crumble then i smell this sh*t) yeah*yeah
(spent ten bands on fashion, i done got me a lil’ model b*tch) yeah
(b*tch, we been trappin’, shootin’ shots right at the opposition) ayy

[chorus]
dinero be my logic, do you understand? (hey)
thi*think it’s funny, cookie crumble then i smell this sh*t
spent ten bands on fashion, i done got me a lil’ model b*tch (yeah)
b*tch, we been trappin’, shootin’ shots right at the opposition (ayy)

[post*chorus]
i told her, “stir the pot and kiss it”
free bro out the penitentiary
she say i’m a narcissist, b*tch, you love it whеn i pop my sh*t
my b*tch is a pharmacist, i f*ck her for the pills bro
she say that shе lovin’ me but i can’t even feel none

[verse 1]
ayo buddy, get yo’ bills up
if i catch ’em lackin’, we gon’ pull up, we gon’ k!ll some
i ain’t never had a problem, baby we gon’ drill some
i’m plottin’ on a million
yeah, you know that’s real talk
i come and get that bag off your ass, i’m a real shark
i’m watchin’ from the sky, me and my n*ggas, we some field hawks
that’s funny ’cause you rappin’ ’bout that sh*t that you ain’t live, yeah
i know me some street n*ggas that’ll come, they take your kids, yeah
come and take your ribs, yeah
on the block, they still there
[chorus]
dinero be my logic, do you understand? (hey)
thi*think it’s funny, cookie crumble then i smell this sh*t
spent ten bands on fashion, i done got me a lil’ model b*tch (yeah)
b*tch, we been trappin’, shootin’ shots right at the opposition (ayy)

[post*chorus]
i told her “stir the pot and kiss it”
free bro out the penitentiary
she say i’m a narcissist, b*tch, you love it when i pop my sh*t
my b*tch is a pharmacist, i f*ck her for the pills bro
she say that she lovin’ me but i can’t even feel none

[verse 2]
you switchin’ like chameleon
i already knew that you was fake but this the k!ll, man
i’m smokin’ real gas in the strawberry fields, yeah
yeah, i’m steve nash, let’s just pass it to the goons
i extended my clip, i could clear the whole room
put her numbers in my phone, i know she knowin’ what to do
i don’t even gotta ask that b*tch, i send one text, she comin’ through
she said i’m sick like the flu but you know you got it too
no, i can’t confide in you
you in the way, you gotta move
you gotta move, you an opp, you gotta lose
catch the wave, it’s not a [?]
it’s funny, no one hot as you
what they say? i send packs right through jpay
i like glocks and big aks
steady ballin’, jayson tat’
my main b*tch famous like she kate
up ten, we might crash a function
we be on that f*ck sh*t
yeah, that neck rough sh*t (ayy)
she say, “how much do you make?”
b*tch, how much can you take?
huh, know i’m holdin’ weight
huh, but you in the way

- bigbabygucci lyrics

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