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getting this money - kaydoe lyrics

[chorus: kaydoe]
getting this money so f-ck all you ho’s
can’t put my time in you girl that’s a no
sell it for high but i cop it for low
i’m taxin’ the fiends, i’m stackin’ my dough
up all the time, the trap never closed
don’t matter the season, i still got the snow
a week in the trap, no changin’ my clothes
b-tch i’ma star, of course i’ma go
this ain’t a game, i hope you know
don’t try to creep, i swear i’ll blow
i say get in my car and i’m turnin’ him ghost
we do not fight, no hands’ll be thrown
you f-ck wit’ my opps so you gotta go
she suckin’ me fast but i’m drivin’ so slow
i had to get it and i had no handouts
i was in need but don’t put my hand out

[verse 1: kaydoe]
everybody wanna k!ll me so why don’t you try it?
my n-gg- so crazy we causing them riots
broski a shooter and he love the violence
we purge on your block, why you n-gg-s so slient?
he talkin’ too tough act green so it’s diet
whippin’ the lab, yeah i’m dealin’ science
feds on the phone and these mama’s be cryin’
no natural causes, these n-gg-s be dyin’
ain’t talkin’ facts you n-gg-s be lyin’
hit him in his brain, leave that n-gg- clueless
we do not show love all my n-gg-s ruthless
we don’t play games all my n-gg-s do this
city getting hot don’t keep a strap n-gg-, you’ll be stupid
ain’t no love for a b-tch, n-gg- you’ll be stupid
you don’t have to like us get with the movement
tryna be some like he need improvement
don’t forget me i dance wit’ the devil
i lurk on the opps and i creep wit’ the metal
say they want beef, that sh-t will get settled
cannot compare, we are not the same level
i was ot makin’ bands out the rentals
put fear into opps, they see us and tremble
no time for love straight cash in my mental
they know i’m gon blow that’s why them n-gg-s resentful

[verse 2: kaydoe]
these n-gg-s they hate, yeah they love to envy
not trustin’ these n-gg-s so don’t get too friendly
times in the hand cuffs was way too many
f-ck all these b-tches ’cause they gettin’ petty
shawty come work let’s go to the telly
i trap in the night, then stop when it’s sunny
can’t handle my team, no you are not ready
run up on me, hear songs from the semi
or i’m leavin’ no sh-lls, the barrel’s spinnin’ on the revy
i wanna live lavish and skurt in the bentley
me and my broski get rich we stick to the plan
how can you get locked up, fold on your mans
i changed the price, the switch for the bands
she used to diss now she turned to a fan
you ain’t my bae, you gon f-ck all my mans
she suck up the team and she do it no hands
now she wanna hate ’cause we came to an end
and these n-gg-s they change up, yeah they try to blend in
get mad when they see the accounts that i’m spendin’
your man just got hit when you gon’ ‘fend it
wit’ it so long, yeah i was so patient
listen for god but i only hear satan
enough in my head and i can’t escape him
locked in a cell so why are you hatin’

- kaydoe lyrics

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