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thick money - king zanee lyrics

[intro]
you know man
i’m always just on the paper chase
just tryna run it up, you know get a bag
ya feel me?
you n*ggas not really living like how i’m living nah. you feel me?
you know, just a young n*gga from miami, florida just tryna make it you feel me?
woah
woah

super sonic style!

[verse 1]
you all make me sick (ew)
suburban daredevil like my name is muhf*ckin kick (aye!)
you shouldn’t have passed the football to that man cuz we show that b*tch boy how to blitz
b*tch i’m with the sh*ts (that’s fax)
you move just like jerry, my mental is more just like rick’s (wubba lubba dub dub!)
could make a whole album named bullseye cause that’s what i do b*tch i make f*ckin hits (no cap)
ice on my neck, but my lyrics burn
if i throw a stack of money b*tch i bet you’re gonna turn
doing donuts while i’m f*cked up i spun out and hit a curb (skrtt skrrt!)
now that n*gga’s feeling lame cause he got showed up by a nerd
i can’t tell you bout my profits, you’ll only love just what i earn
i think i gotta be a teacher cuz these n*ggas gotta learn
if you f*cking with the king then we gon turn you to a worm
call my choppa purell cause it takes out all you germs
[verse 2]
b*tch i’m not giving not time to you thots! (thots!)
these n*ggas like vilgax they eyeing my watch! (woo, watch!)
i wake up, make money, get paid by the clock! (clock!)
i’m on a time limit so i cannot stop! (woah d*mn king zane)
i head to supreme in ct for the drops! (drops chee)
had to let go that n*gga he move like the cops! (cops!)
b*tch we slide, do ’em dirty, please pick up a mop! (pick up a mop!)
she twist and she pull, then that b*tch gotta bop!

[hook]
my money thick (woah)
just like my b*tch
no seatbelt but stay with my clique (ayye)
born up florida but go to new york just to show off my muhf*ckin fits
i get it quick (ooh)
walking plank b*tch you cannot hop on my ship (get off)
she said she can’t uber back home so i got her a lyft b*tch get off my d*ck
my money thick (woah)
just like my b*tch
no seatbelt but stay with my clique (ayye)
born up florida but go to new york just to show off my muhf*ckin fits
i get it quick (ooh)
walking plank b*tch you cannot hop on my ship (get off)
she said she can’t uber back home so i got her a lyft b*tch get off my d*ck
[outro]
yo scammer bf don’t make no money b*tch you know he riding in rentals (d*mn)
aye b*tch, don’t get mad at me cuz i’ll blow this sh*t like i’m mental (boom boom boom boom!)
b*tch i feel like aang, i’m the last one, all you n*ggas dont got my elemental (yeah, yeah)
run it up, i can’t stop the chase till i got white money like kendall

my money thick, hey yeah
my money thick, hey yeah
my money thick, hey yeah (woo woo!)
my money thick, hey yeah
my money thick, hey yeah
my money thick, hey yeah
my money thick, hey yeah (aw man)
my money thick, hey yeah

- king zanee lyrics

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