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no money - jody lo lyrics

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gucci mane:
full of bad b*tches young n*ggas and gs
my enemies be on my d*ck they look like groupies to me
my bad that’s yo girlfriend? then why she leaving with me
we ain’t dated but a week but she still gave me a key
i sent yo homeboy a picture man a gram of the three
i told him count them bands up i gotta sell me a ki
and even though you see me mtv jam of the week
i got the stupidest wrist game a n*gga ever done seen
i got that kangaroo money bout to jump out my jeans
i counted a hundred thousand dollars i was just in my teens
nba money n*gga this just one of my rings
you say yo n*gga gettin money that ain’t no money to me

jody lo:
they say talk is cheap i still don’t think that y’all can afford it
you couldn’t hustle in my neighborhood bet y’all get extorted
now you a plug with no juice i guess you call that a shortage
you tryna get back shopping with me now and y’all done got shorted
just want my cut out this b*tch and i’m not talkin abortions
got no respect for these p*ssy rappers that y’all be endorsing
i got em salty as a b*tch and i’m not talking bout mortons
one man army and i don’t feel the need to call reinforcements
can’t fill my shoes let alone take a walk in my jordans
i’m not a rapper load the beat and then just talk and record it
we getting money state to state they probably thought i was touring
my n*gga ran up a check then went and bought him a foreign
the way i’m flooding the city you probably thought it was storming
ran through my sack by 8 o’clock and i just bought it this morning
rep i’m trapping all night and we gone ball in the morning
and i’m gone keep that sack as long as they keep calling me for it
i tried to listen to yo mixtape i just thought it was boring
you was talking all that gangster sh*t i thought it was corny
you be confessing everything so i just thought you was mormon
these n*ggas tell to cut they time that’s what you call an informant
just had my meat on her grill guess you can call her a foreman
she took my kids like cps but you can’t call em no orphans
i put my phone on dnd cause all the calls i’m ignoring
i take a b*tch and sl*t her out and then don’t call in the morning

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