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money over bitches - christi lyrics

[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b*tches
your b*tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n*gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit*list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n*ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

{verse 1]
hold up
yeah i left that b*tch she wasn’t acting right
told that b*tch i need my sp*ce like a satellite
n*gga diss me or my n*ggas he gonna die tonight
i’m a big flame, n*gga you a candlelight
money over b*tches n*gga till my life is over
i don’t got no feelings told that b*tch that i’m a soldier
she asked if i love her had to ask if she was sober
n*gga i’ve been built to get the paper like a folder
get the cash, chase a bag
milli on me i don’t even need to brag
cashing out and i don’t even check the tag
take his b*tch yeah i leave that n*gga sad
say she like my vibe, yeah she say she like my energy
i be getting money that’s why all these n*ggas envy me
i be balling n*gga so you know that i’m the mvp
n*gga i’m the greatest like the n*gga wearing 23
[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b*tches
your b*tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n*gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit*list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n*ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

[verse 2]
ok pull up in designer
all my money major n*gga all your money minor
forgot i was the greatest, pull the cash out and remind her
all these n*ggas fake they’ll sell you out for some v*g*n*
he say he a k!ller but i know that boy a liar
get the ak, push a n*gga back like a recliner
young n*gga rapping n*gga all my tracks are fire
ain’t no competition you other n*ggas should retire
y’all n*ggas expired
stack it up, i get the cash and i stack it up
trying to keep up with my pace you ain’t fast enough
you’ll get shot up in your head you keep acting tough
too many b*tches in my car they be lapping up
i got 12 b*tches sitting in the v12
keep a strap across my shoulder like a seat*belt
my n*ggas demons, if you test us you gonna see h*ll
get the money by myself i don’t need help
[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b*tches
your b*tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n*gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit*list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n*ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

- christi lyrics

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