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be on - diego money lyrics

[intro]
(xool on the beat, boy)

[chorus: diego money & icebirds]
aye, me and my n*ggas gonna get to the cake, cause’ that’s just what we on
hop out that whip, you know it’s exotic when young ice n*gga can’t hop out no nissan (f*ck!)
aye, push start, key robotic
two b*tches with me and you just what we on
ice on my neck leave you cold like freon
kick out a b*tch and i told the hoe be gone
i’m in the field and i feel just like deon (aye)
cool ass n*gga, but i stay with my heat on
these lil n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money
you know you ain’t real, we know you a pee*on
i got them racks, know i stay with a sack
i stay hittin’ juugs, n*ggas know what i be on

[verse: diego money & icebirds]
wherever the racks that’s where i’m at, aye
everybody with me strapped
f*ck n*ggas get no dap, aye
they speak too much cap
let a n*gga play, i’m pullin’ that mac out
young diego, i was born in the trap house
ball on these n*ggas, i’m feelin’ like stackhouse
come to the spot, i’m gon’ bring all the packs out
flex on these n*ggas, i ain’t talkin’ push*up
if he got smoke, we gon’ push*up
i got that .40 on me right now
if you play with my gang, it’ll cook you up
i got shootas on top of the roof right now
f*ck n*gga better look up, aye
when the money counter beep, i’m loving the sound
load up the choppa cause’ it can go down
n*ggas too fake, they can’t be around
they biting the drip, they stealing our sound (aye, aye!)
i got an extended clip on the glock
nineteen shots, and you know that they hot
talkin’ about the streets, we got that on lock
know i came right off the block
talkin’ bout money i want a whole lot
choppa put a lil n*gga right on fox
pass me a duse of that drank, you can keep all of that vodka, aye
slide down yo’ block with that drake, make that lil boy do the cha*cha
aye, all of these n*ggas be fake, they really be some imposters, aye
hit up yo’ block with that lava, aye
somebody better call a doctor
shoutout my gang gang, they real shottas (gang!)
load up the clip, and fill it with hollows
no ig, these n*ggas gon’ follow, aye
think i’m gon’ f*ck on a model
pourin’ up drank, sip lean out the bottle
get to the cash and that’s full throttle
take a lil b*tch, and she gon’ suck and swallow
geeked off the packs, i’m a young trap scholar
young diego don’t want nothin’ but dollas
hit a juug, then hit the club with my partners
i got that glock if a n*gga want problems
any problem can get solved with that choppa
rich n*gga sh*t, i eat steak and lobster
when i buss a juug, i’m talkin’ real proper
my gang up, we ballin’, got yo’ main b*tch callin
[chorus: diego money & icebirds]
aye, me and my n*ggas gonna get to the cake, cause’ that’s just what we on
hop out that whip, you know it’s exotic when young ice n*gga can’t hop out no nissan (f*ck!)
aye, push start, key robotic
two b*tches with me and you just what we on
ice on my neck leave you cold like freon
kick out a b*tch and i told the hoe be gone
i’m in the field and i feel just like deon (aye)
cool ass n*gga, but i stay with my heat on
these lil n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money
you know you ain’t real, we know you a pee*on
i got them racks, know i stay with a sack
i stay hittin’ juugs, n*ggas know what i be on

- diego money lyrics

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