focus on the money - mac critter lyrics
[intro]
all i can think about is money
(oh, that’s mj)
[verse]
all i can focus on is money, i just focus on the money
i just focus on the money, i’ve been focused on the money
i’ve been focused on the money, i’ve been diggin’ in her stomach
when i f*ck her, she be running, when i f*ck her, she be running
we got ars with the hundred (blrrt), i love them ars with the hundred (boom)
i love a b*tch that like getting money
she ain’t distracted, she getting money (money)
cash sh*t distract her from the money
she behind a n*gga one hundred (one hundred)
she’ll help turn nothing to something (for real)
she’ll help turn nothing to something (for real)
i’m*i’m not one of them n*ggas that’s gon’ play cool, i see you, i’m dumping
i’m not one of them n*ggas you take for a fool, i ain’t going for nothing (on god)
hop out the benz and 7.62 the lil’ dude, i aim for his stomach (blrrt, boom)
i really miss my brother queze (on god)
on god, we were gettin’ money (money)
that p*ssy be grippin’ and thumpin’ (thumpin’)
that p*ssy be grippin’ and thumpin’ (thumpin’)
these n*ggas be lookin’ for handout (handout)
but can’t offer a n*gga nothing
i can’t f*ck with you, ho, ’cause you ran out (ran out)
when a n*gga didn’t have nothing (on god)
i’ma walk down on her, can’t shoot in crowds (blrrt, boom, boom, boom)
but my lil’ n*gga ‘nem, we’ll trust me (blrrt, blrrt)
she said, “give me some money to hush me” (hush me)
lil’ ho, you can stop it (stop it)
lil’ ho, you get nothing
you can tell the world we f*cking
tell a motherf*cker, you and your cousin
i’m gettin’ money, i ain’t with the love
but you can come hug me and f*ck me and suck me (suck me, for real), real
all i can focus on is money, i just focus on the money
i just focus on the money, i’ve been focused on the money
i’ve been focused on the money, i’ve been diggin’ in her stomach
when i f*ck her, she be running, when i f*ck her, she be running
we got ars with the hundred (blrrt), i love them ars with the hundred (boom)
i love a b*tch that like getting money
she ain’t distracted, she getting money (money)
cash sh*t distract her from the money
she behind a n*gga one hundred (one hundred)
she’ll help turn nothing to something
she’ll help turn nothing to something (for real)
i’m*i’m not one of them n*ggas that’s gon’ play cool, i see you, i’m dumping (blrrt)
i’m not one of them n*ggas you take for a fool, i ain’t going for nothing (boom)
hop out the benz and 7.62 the lil’ dude, i aim for his stomach (blrrt, boom)
i really miss my brother queze (on god)
on god, we was gettin’ money (money)
that p*ssy be grippin’ and thumpin’ (thumpin’)
that p*ssy be grippin’ and thumpin’
these n*ggas be lookin’ for handout (nah)
but can’t offer a n*gga nothing (nothing)
i can’t f*ck with you, ho, ’cause you ran out (ran out)
when a n*gga didn’t have nothing (nothing)
i’ma walk down on her, can’t shoot in crowds
but my lil’ n*gga ‘nem, we’ll trust me (blrrt)
she said, “give me some money to hush me” (hush me)
lil’ ho, you can stop it (stop it)
lil’ ho, you get nothing (nothin’)
you can tell the world we f*cking (for real)
tell a motherf*cker, you and your cousin (on god)
i’m gettin’ money, i ain’t with the love
but you can come hug me and f*ck me and suck me (for real)
all i can focus on is money, i just focus on the money
i just focus on the money, i’ve been focused on the money (racks, racks, racks, racks)
i’ve been focused on the money, i’ve been diggin’ in her stomach (racks, racks, racks, racks)
when i f*ck her, she be running, when i f*ck her, she be running
we got ars with the hundred (blrrt), i love them ars with the hundred (blrrt, blrrt, blrrt)
i love a b*tch that like getting money
she ain’t distracted, she getting money (money)
cash sh*t distract her from the money
she behind a n*gga one hundred
she’ll help turn nothing to something
she’ll help turn nothing to something (something)
i’m*i’m not one of them n*ggas that’s gon’ play cool, i see you, i’m dumping (blrrt, blrrt*blrrt, boom, blrrt)
i’m not one of them n*ggas you take for a fool, i ain’t going for nothing (nothing, b*tch)
hop out the benz and 7.62 the lil’ dude, i aim for his stomach (boom, boom, blrrt)
i really miss my brother queze
on god, we were gettin’ money (on god)
that p*ssy be grippin’ and thumpin’ (thumpin’)
that p*ssy be grippin’ and thumpin’ (thumpin’)
these n*ggas be lookin’ for handout\
but can’t offer a n*gga nothing
i can’t f*ck with you, ho, ’cause you ran out when a n*gga didn’t have nothing
i’ma walk down on her, can’t shoot in crowds
but my lil’ n*gga ‘nem, we’ll trust me
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