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lil herb x hollow x lil smoke “money” - g herbo aka lil herb lyrics

[lil herb]
cars, clothes (yup), money, ho’s, herbo love em’ all (yup)
jumping through the gucci store, herbo love to ball (swish!)
b*tches want a autograph when i hit the mall (what?)
sorry shorty, but i don’t sign (what?) that sh*t at all (nah)
but you can take my land line if you dropping draws (yup)
my dogs shoving d*ck (l’s) and b*lls all through her walls (l’s)
and i don’t want no type of parts, i brought her for squad (gang!)
i’ll have my b*tches bring a broad, let’s have a ménage
just left the booth, i’m working hard
b*tch where my massage?
i’m tryna stunt some of the r’s parked in the garage (nyooom!)
i ride with thirties in the car, can’t catch me off guard (pop! pop!)
run up on me, imma spark
take that to the heart (pop! pop!)

[chorus (lil herb)]
money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the b*tches
cop them books, by the low
i don’t miss a shipment
all i know, is get dough
yeah i love my riches, and it with my n*ggas
did i forget to mention? (x2)
[hollow]
(yeah)
if it ain’t gucci, than it’s louis (d*mn!)
im in louis, so i’m gucci (d*mn!)
so many .30 clips, i’ll hit your block and make a movie (ahh haaa!)
the feds wanna do me, plus the opps, wanna shoot me
but they can’t (why not??!), sticking to the g*code like juvie (lets do it!)
it’s hollow b*tch remember me?
8 chains, mr. t
let the b*tch hit the drank, but can’t touch my swisher sweet
they say that boy daily, drive by in the chevy
d*eagles bang heavy (like what?), like meth man on belly (d*mn!)
call pablo for them large grams (large grams)
we filling up the dodge rams (dodge rams)
chicago, where they k!ll, carjack, and do fraud scams (k!ll, carjack, and do fraud scams) (what i’m saying!)
wake up, ate something, early and that late money
my b*tch, say i need to take a break (why?), i just make money (d*mn!)

[chorus (lil herb)]
money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the b*tches
cop them books, by the low
i don’t miss a shipment
all i know, is get dough
yeah i love my riches, and it with my n*ggas
did i forget to mention? (x2)
[lil smoke]
(let’s get it)
through the streets of the city, my n*ggas waillin, they toting glocks (bahh)
thotties getting sl*tty, or wifey be posted on the block
bought a crib, just to use the kitchen stove and whip the pot (that’s it)
grip the glock, talking stupid, hollow tips will chip his top (brahh!)
foreigns pulling out the lot, i’m posted steel on the 8 block (the 8)
lil’ marley, and a cut five, and a blunt wait till the tape drop
ride off with the rakes dropped, im getting top if her faced popped
im on the 9, im on the grind, give a d*mn about if the jakes hot (f*ck em!)
money, cars, and poles (poles)
.30’s with hollows (hollows)
.40 calicos, knock them n*ggas out they clothes
money, cars, and poles (poles)
thirties with hollows (hollows)
.40 calicos, knock them n*ggas out they clothes (let’s get it)

- g herbo aka lil herb lyrics

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