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what would meaty say - fat money lyrics

[chorus]
since when the whole world done turned into jdk
15 years later still like what would meaty say
ran through the shadows of death i had jesus’ faith
boy you’s a walk in the park, you a piece of cake
before she suck my d*ck, she gots to get deezy straight
[?] off the straight with the yellow brake
b*tch imma a heavyweight came from the featherweight

[verse]
ma used to whip on my ass with the leather belt
[?]
needed some count on my books, you ain’t never helped
and all i could think about then was that leather belt
f*ck n*ggas prayin i fallout, don’t sweat yourself
i hit the track in this b*tch you might wet yourself
i heard my opps out here tryna get extra help
go put the fn to your temple and stretch yourself (what)
i heard you fell off you can’t catch yourself
he can’t look in the mirror cause he can’t accept himself
now how the f*ck you be the help and can’t help yourself
you step in the kitchen with me you gon melt yourself
him need security, him can’t protect hisself
him bought the rollie cause him can’t protect hisself
them in the negative we went from debt to wealth
[?]
all this neck she been giving out, she want some neck herself
come ride this d*ck with no seatbelt your naked self
“you so much better than n*ggas” that’s note to self
my presidential my wrist like i vote for self
i might not be sh*t to you, b*tch im the goat to self
don’t it get cold as a b*tch when you know yourself
they trap on my card, them f*ck n*ggas over dealt
and broke [?]
pull up on your block whip your ass on my louis belt
[?]
promoter keep ticking boy you need a timing belt
we want the bread on the beef like a patty melt
i’m talking woods [?]
[?]
i whooped that lil baby now i know how nanny felt
[?]
2018 i tried get my credit right
2022 f*ckin my money right
she hit my wock and said we getting drunk tonight
throw up in my [?], you takin the bus tonight
i might take off from the popo like f*ck the light
[?]
she trynna front it like she don’t f*ck rappers now
he used to be deep in this sh*t, he a pastor now
[chorus]
since when the whole world done turned into jdk
15 years later still like what would meaty say
ran through the shadows of death i had jesus faith
boy you’s a walk in the park, you a piece of cake
before she suck my d*ck, she gots to get deezy straight
[?] off the straight with the yellow brake
b*tch imma a heavyweight came from the featherweight

[verse]
few n*ggas a hunnid but most n*ggas h*lla fake
i put the stick in your hand you gon hesitate
a hunnid some bows in this b*tch that’s a welterweight
i go nuts for that b*tter you oozin out [?]
b*tch i’m boujee ion need you, i might f*ck myself today
done doing features, don’t need no more help today
f*ck what i meant to say, that’s what i felt to say
that h*llcat get louder [?]
[?]
took the stock off the ak, now that b*tch a baby k
you be around n*ggas all day like you lady k
my momma knew i was gon be rich since a baby face
it’s always been you versus statement, you hate to say
[?]
you ain’t jake with the red shirt and khakis you jake the snake
you can’t fit no tomahawk stake on no paper plate
come through in that camo but this ain’t no bathing ape
i used to be broke but you know we get [?]
without all that makeup, that b*tch got the crater face
i’m getting so much paid, might hang out at the bank today
i walk in that b*tch, give a f*ck if it’s labor day
i pay for the surgery, i’m never gon pay to play
he ain’t got to listen to nothing no label say
she feel like a glove, this lil hoe was tailormade

- fat money lyrics

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