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money gang - j. stone lyrics

[intro: ohgeesy]
ac3 on the beat
turn the light off, turn the light off
let me get in my motherf-ckin’ zone n-gg-
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
i don’t g-ngb-ng, n-gg-, this a money gang
play with that money, n-gg-, let your brains hang
gang, gang, gang, gang, aye, aye, aye, aye

[chorus: ohgeesy]
i don’t g-ngb-ng, n-gg-, this a money gang
play with my money, n-gg-, let your brains hang
i be f-ckin’ on your hoes and your main thing
j. stone in the cut with that thing-thing
i don’t g-ngb-ng, n-gg-, this a money gang
play with my money, n-gg-, let your brains hang
i be f-ckin’ on your hoes and your main thing
j. stone in the cut with that thing-thing

[verse 1: ohgeesy]
all money in, we don’t let no money out
and i’m a real low-key, don’t let a n-gg- in my house
i was sellin’ h-lla bricks and i’ve never seen a drought
i be f-cking on your hoe then you kissed her on the mouth, n-gg-s nasty
otx, can’t b-tch i’m flashy, i’m ridin’ presidential with a choppa in the backseat
f-ck with neighbor, n-gg-s f-ck with bloods, too
bambino from the ‘hunnids, that’s my cuz fool
he used to pack n-gg-s out with me after school
but we don’t fight no mo’, we smoke you like a f-ckin’ juul
all these b-tches i be f-ckin’ say i’m f-cking cool
and on my motherf-ckin’ momma, n-gg- i’m fool
i f-ck with eses, gotta keep a quete, bald headed n-gg-s that’ll hit you with machetes
big money band gang, that my n-gg-s
i came a long way blowin’ grams in the swishers
every time i’m in the d, lonnie, ima get up wit’ cha’
and e’rywhere i go all these b-tches want a picture
and i’m a player -ss n-gg-, throw my carti’s on
this for the real trap n-gg-s, ain’t no party song
if you a player -ss n-gg- throw your carti’s on
this is for the real -ss n-gg-s, ain’t no party song
and i’m a player -ss n-gg- throw my carti’s on
this for the real trap n-gg-s, ain’t no party song

[verse 2: j. stone]
this a money gang, n-gg-, and i g-ngb-ng
f-ckin’ with my n-gg- geesy, it’s the same thing
you can tell where i’m from by my shoe strings
bad b-tches on me so i let my nuts hang
couple n-gg- hatin’, so i let my clip hang
i ain’t birdman, but i’m from a rich gang
and i still get you back like i’m john gotti
if you don’t know no body, then you a n-body
and if you don’t know me, you ain’t from the hood
and if you ain’t hood, you can’t hit my backwood
hit the county jail, tell my enemies to “run it”
we be rich rollin’ from thirties to the ‘hunnids
and i’m a fly -ss crip, throw my loafs on
this for them real hood n-gg-s, ain’t no smoke song
if you a fly -ss crip, throw your loafs on
roll a fat backwood, get your smoke on
free all the real homies, let my bros home
balconing your b-tch to my own song
last thing i said to her, “put your clothes on”
i drive foreign cars in my own zone
i be going hard, f-ck goin’ home
i be trapping’ hard, i got four phones
this 14 karat, no rose gold
couple days ago i was with hoes

- j stone lyrics

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