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money games - damedot lyrics

[intro]
(rocaine)
these n*ggas call you somethin’
¿cómo se llama?
i’m th*rnio
it’s his weapon
f*ck a finger, he’s been there for three days
phew

[verse 1: damedot]
that package just came in, b*tch, come get that load
all i like is bougie hoes
show up with some money off that raw, this a sushi roll
patches to my n*gga, this a give*and*go
told my n*gga beans hit the store, i got some drank to pour
lil’ b*tch with me a savage, her and her best friend a classic
make a brick come back like magic, mix this sh*t, that’s automatic
yop stick that’s automatic, ho n*ggas got double choose, i’m taxin’

[verse 2: beno]
woo, i take it out the water, then i fan it
i swear this sh*t look tan*ish, hit my sh*t, rewrap it
bad b*tch like jannet, i’m ridin’ ’round with nick cannons
might let us up the package if the lil’ b*tch don’t panic

[verse 3: drego]
man, she said, “what’s that in your drink?”
tuh, told that lil’ b*tch bodeine
f*ck n*gga, you can’t sit with me, i don’t want no head for free
baby, i’ll pay the fee, i told her, “it’s the basic things”
[verse 4: damedot]
n*gga, i’m posted in the motherf*ckin’ red zone
put a whole bag on your head like some headphones
sippin’ on this qualitest purple, gettin’ the red gone
told brodie give me somethin’ i can dance on
took the lil’ b*tch on 7 mile to get some egg rolls
i ain’t gotta call n0body, b*tch, i’m hands*on
brand*new chopper with the drum and the legs on
i can’t even lie, this money got my head gone

[verse 4: drego & beno]
lbj, leisha got the witness
my shooters, they ain’t missin’, this sh*t so terrific
j gon’ raid the k, this sh*t look suspicious
she look like lisa rare, her ass look like delicious
i swear i feel like mike jack with this feeling
i swear i’d be right back with your chicken
they say they like extras, they said it’s different
we heard you got it in, so we gotta get you
have them boys take that like they run with diddy

[verse 5: damedot, beno]
i swear, i’ll shoot them b*tches to your city
i swear i got clout down in mississippi
i’m doin’ all my shows and i’m signin’ titties
all these ups and downs, that sh*t is wicked
with me, your b*tch doin’, boy, that’s not your business
me and you, that’s a big difference
don’t up that light sh*t, boy, that’s not no chicken
[verse 6: drego]
man, she said, “what’s that in your ‘wood?”
got the bopstick under the hood
i just pulled up in the hood, wish a p*ssy n*gga would
my b*tch look just like meagan good

[verse 7: damedot]
and that lil’ b*tch smokin’ good
n*gga, i’m posted with the motherf*ckin’ money train
come and get you and your dog, y’all playin’ money games
called my n*gga drego lil beno ’cause they runnin’ things
i was confused, the plug text me, said a hundred things

[verse 8: drego & beno]
ayy, my b*tch called me up, i was runnin’ game
my baby showed me some sh*t, yeah, i had to switch his name
tell on money dame
’bout to f*ck up the game
walk inside the club, all blue sleeves, i ain’t got no change
i mixed the drank with champagne
she like, “ain’t you beno?” b*tch, don’t say my name
i put two stuffers on the road and i catched the plane
i got a call in the a.m., i just caught the drank

[verse 9: damedot, beno & drego]
i be playin’ with that raw, i done caught a drain
twenty*four hour ride, i done caught the train
i think i heard of trains, not flushed it down the drain
this baby 40 mmp, sing like dummy ray

- damedot lyrics

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