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my money - k carbon lyrics

[intro]
(fritz, how you do that?)
f*f*f*f*f*ckin wit my money
f*f*f*f*f*ckin wit my money
f*f*f*f*f*ckin wit my money
f*f*f*f*f*ckin wit my money

[chorus]
but ion like no n*gga that be f*ckin’ wit my money (what the f*ck?)
ion like no n*gga that be f*ckin’ wit my money (give it up)
ion like no n*gga that be f*ckin’ wit my money (what the f*ck?)
ion like no n*gga that be f*ckin’ wit my money (give it up)

[verse: ytb fatt]
tchh, hah, i donе flashed a hunnit in her face
i ain’t gavе her sh*t (racks)
she said how all yo fits over five thousand
but you don’t give me sh*t?
but i love you, though
all she do is complain, but i love this b*tch (pfft)
every time i f*ck up, she call my mama
this my lil snitch, hah

sixty in my pocket, poppin’
my bank accounts proper, three of ’em
i just told this hoe i’m finna zelle her for that sloppy toppy, hah
she been good today, i’m finna take her ass shoppin’
whatchu want, i cop it, hah
i got two houses but one of them
the b*tch don’t know nothin’ about ’em

(f*f*f*f*f*ckin wit my money)
she don’t like a n*gga playin’ wit her money
(f*f*f*f*f*ckin wit my money)
she saw an old n*gga, never touched a hunnit
(f*f*f*f*f*ckin wit my money)
she know fattfatt pockets, they on pumpkin
(f*f*f*f*f*ckin wit my money)
tryna keep it p, but it’s just somethin’ about this woman

[pre*chorus]
it’s in yo bank account?
then wire it (send it)
don’t like my bread tampered with (at all)
don’t show me no stack of money
them could be some counterfeits (what?)
don’t come around me flashin’ money, n*gga
i ain’t that kinda b*tch (punk ass)
i like drug dealers, scammers
any man that spend that sh*t (c’mon)
[chorus]
but ion like no n*gga that be f*ckin’ wit my money (what the f*ck?)
ion like no n*gga that be f*ckin’ wit my money (give it up)
ion like no n*gga that be f*ckin’ wit my money (what the f*ck?)
ion like no n*gga that be f*ckin’ wit my money

[verse]
it’s carbonnn
see, this cuban cost a grip
i spend it, them b*tches be pinchin’
ion need to fix my attitude
see, you used to broke b*tches
see that k up in my name?
stand for cutthroat k!lla’
so when i ask a n*gga to drop it off
i expect him to deliver
(c’mon) (ooooh)

yeah, what’s up with them foxes
trench b*tch
i’m so fresh right now
i might re*rock this
you think i gotta be yo b*tch to trick
ion like that logic (what?)
and don’t ask me ‘bout no ‘nother n*gga
i’m quick to change the topic
like, why you do dat?
simp ass
now you mad
b*tch ass
and don’t post it
snitch ass
go on, spend it
rich ass
and i know you got a b*tch, n*gga
i ain’t even mad
long as you send that cash, no b*tch f*ckin’ wit my bag
(imma bad b*tch)

- k carbon lyrics

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