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money sprintz - lashawn freeman lyrics

cota knows he’s trailing. look at the eyes. look at this great passer
look at the dish
he dishes the rock, the little finger roll. what a show. what a show

tired of walking round with lent in my pockets
who would want to
need a steady flow of large checks to deposit
then what you gon do (what i’m got do?)
run it up, run it up, full sprints up the hill run it up
run it up, run it up, blasé about the bill
run it up

when them checks hit i won’t stress sh*t
just happily extend my check list
i needa necklace for that neck gliss
world tour with the gang thas a set trip
i don’t f*ck with clubs, imma in the lab b*tch
need a main income, six passives
and a portfolio to add on top of the 0’s
make the bank account number look massive
pour money i bе feeling like i’m drowning in
so much paper i can waste 100 thousand bands
now thas drip
t*pain flow, thas just tips
chеck me out i need one pretty lady i can share my guapo
two house guards, both they name rocko
three guest rooms, i can lend to my vatos
four the truck load of business, imma buy me a tahoe
i’m on my job, i’m not here to be playing with you
persistence how i gain the loot
set goals for myself thas a attainable
living with some rich habits i can name a few
i ain’t pull up here to rub elbows or bump gums, i came to do, what i came to do
we can meet up still, confirm the deal
just remember bring the bank with chu
tired of walking round wit lent in my pockets
who would want to
need a steady flow of large checks to deposit
then what you gon do (what i’m got do?)
run it up, run it up, full sprints up the hill run it up
run it up, run it up, blasé about the bill
run it up

when them checks cash nice
poor ppl love to look towards you for the best advice
like u get the best rest, at night
like u ain’t gotta stress life
but thas false as f*ck
just respect a n*gga bossing up
i got tired of being paid the minimum just to do another man chores for what?
pay me what i’m worth, better offer much
even on my sick days, cough it up
i ain’t gotta have game, b*tches all the same, bcuz i’m paid, hoes wanna sneak off to f*ck
i don’t do much talking
pointgod vision my offense
and my eyes on the prize dont accept forfeit
college made me pay back loans, but now i’m grown
all this self educating bout to make me a fortune right!
let’s get money thas my kinda day
rich men have dreams and more schemes that the poor n*ggas die to make
motivated to make the undalay
be ontime wit pay
i ain’t pull up here to bump guns or talk about my zodiac sign today
we ca pull up still confirm the deal, just make sure you bring a one thousand k
tired of walking round wit lent in my pockets
who would want to
need a steady flow of large checks to deposit
then what u gon do (what i’m got do?)
run it up, run it up, full sprints up the hill run it up
run it up, run it up, blasé about the bill
run it up

making broke look like a hunnid thou wow for so d*mn long now… imagine what i do with a milly
minks on my body when it’s hot; might think i look silly but the ice on me so d*mn chilly
i’ll be sh*tting on the polar cap cuz all the jewels coming straight from tracks
i make waves where the hoes is at
and heavy storms when i go through saks
drippin stupid, real r*t*rded, no sense how we go thru racks but f*ck it
imma wild out and i won’t relax for nothing
not for nothing who gon me hold me back from stunting
every single day like ion know how to act
it’s nothing less than 8 zips if you hit me to match
and it gotta be gas, cuz i’m allergic to ass
unless it’s on a bad b*tch that got plenty to grab
i’ll keep 8 of those too as a matter of fact
so each weeknight covered, plus 1 just to have
high priced, goyard status level of bag
these heights, so up * know the devil stay mad
and his folks do too
to all the m*th*f*ckas that be hating, on god, this flex for you
n*ggas never really been here to see me win
n*ggas always prayed against me and to see me lose
every chance, every breath, everything i do
n*ggas know how i’m coming, what i came to do?

- lashawn freeman lyrics

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