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cup of red - chuuwee & money montage lyrics

[intro: chuuwee]
yeah
oh, my bad, i thought a p*ssy n*gga said somethin’
yeah
i thought a n*gga with no vehicle just said somethin’

[chorus: chuuwee]
oh, my bad, i thought a p*ssy n*gga said somethin’, yeah
i might be on meds when that bread gone
leanin’ over like i’m dead, cup of red rum (splash)
you shouldn’t even be in my thread ’bout some bread crumbs
thought a n*gga with no vehicle just said somethin’
ayy, f*cked up off this tree, it got my head rushin’
if you f*ck with me, how come you never said nothin’?
next time we meet, i’ll have an audemars, patek busted

[verse 1: chuuwee]
i can’t find a blue belaire, now i’m upset because it
i drank two liters of weak lean, i got upset stomach
i switch to comfort mode whenever i see feds comin’
you pocket watchin’, i always worry about my bread comin’
don’t disrespect me, i might take you out your head, youngin
it’s hard to chill when everybody think you playin’, bluffin’
if you keep speakin’ on my name, you’ll have a dead cousin
let’s just get one thing understood, i ain’t no d*mn sucker
don’t play no grown*up games, i never been to dave & buster’s
scr*pin’ thunder, treat my cls like baby hummer
put fake in front, won’t have to worry ’bout what day we comin’
don’t do discussions, send that pair, have a great function
this sh*t mean nothin’, any day could be your last supper
kept talkin’ reck’ until we crashed, he had a glass bumper
this for the birds and this me k!llin’ off my last buzzard
i’m mvp, i made the shot before the last buzzer
[chorus: chuuwee]
oh, my bad, i thought a p*ssy n*gga said somethin’, yeah
i might be on meds when that bread gone
leanin’ over like i’m dead, cup of red rum (splash)
you shouldn’t even be in my thread ’bout some bread crumbs
thought a n*gga with no vehicle just said somethin’
ayy, f*cked up off this tree, it got my head rushin’
if you f*ck with me, how come you never said nothin’?
next time we meet, i’ll have an audemars, patek busted

[verse 2: $teven cannon]
on my ma, i think a waterboy just said somethin’ (said somethin’)
see you had to ice that chain, but when your bed comin’? (it’s comin’)
n*ggas still ain’t worth my rent, pop out and flex on ’em (flex)
plain jane rollie on my wrist, my b*tch in red bottoms (boom*boom)
pop out with my guys, we know the feds watchin’ (feds watchin’)
b*tch, i’m on y’all head ’cause i been chopper shoppin’ (chopper shoppin’)
my wrist need a sweater, this your rent money (rent money)
probably somewhere foreign with your b*tch on me (dummy)
boy, this mac*11 stupid, it go dumb, don’t he? (don’t he?)
i’m tapped in with the glasses from my one homie (one homie)
rocket in my pocket, it go boo*boo (boo*boo)
why the f*ck these n*ggas think they cool?

- chuuwee money montage lyrics

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