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use to money - mack nickels lyrics

[verse 1: mack nickels]
spyral staircases in my house, got my legs weak
put a roley on her arm, but when i see her, she don’t speak
i put money on they head, before i turn the other cheak
been balling all my life, so it’s hard for me to sleep
even when i feel poor, sh*t, i still ain’t miss a beat
i seen n*ggas lose they life, because they thought sh*t was sweet
off the scene they was mad, when they saw i was stackin
whole time, n*ggas got cruil intentions like sabastion
i really [?] my fashion
labels all on me, i don’t care if they be matchin
talk my life on these songs, so it seem like i’m cheating
you can tell how i move around, i’m really out here eating
[?] b*tches kinda weak, but they kids make them decent
if we f*ck, it ain’t no secrets
if you ohe me, you can keep it
that crab in the bag, sh*t, the last thing i’m eating
having money all my life, make me look at n*ggas different
i ain’t get it out the mud, because i always had a plug
how you laying down with a n*gga who ain’t [?] a slug?
how you [?] with some n*ggas and you know they told before?
if i hear some sh*t about you, i’ma put it on the floor
i ain’t pressed to hang with n*ggas, rather be around some hoes
i ain’t even tryna f*ck, it’s just hard for me to trust
yeah, your statis kinda different, when your chain 50 bucks
hoes mad i know my worth, what i’m gaining if i f*ck?
arrogant as h*ll, my nose and my bucks up
and my credit is too, what a n*gga need with you?
usually the best head be the weakest out the crew
and the loudest one is broke, this is something you can quote
remember [?] mattress, on my bed i still toss and turn
my right hand a hitman, [?] tommy [?]
white supercharge rover, did that sh*t for [?]
the streets really don’t love you, that’s what i learned
[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
discussing profit with partners, while eating steak and lobster
i’m a mobster, bosses and hustlers in my roster
40 on me f*cking up my posture
40 pointers on my neck, sipping don right out of the bottle
walk in the restaurant with body guards
the staff ike who the f*ck is that?
sh*t, it’s
giovanni, y’all
what you gon’ end up if you copy [?]
they was claming to be dealers, please, boy, you was into fraud
i was picking up stacks and dropping [?] off
came up from the bottom, now models, they wanna top me off
jealous n*ggas tried to block me, dawg
i ain’t complain, i just showed them n*ggas that they can’t stop me at all
i’m ’bout my business, move pounds, i’m into fittness
give you a shipment, just hit me when you get finished
ain’t in the trap, i’m in the european tinted
all they can see is this an icy n*gga in it

[verse 3: mack nickels]
money just something that a n*gga used to
you can toss n*ggas bags, but you can’t make them groove
sh*t crazy out here, i feel these n*ggas play to lose
it’s only two options, richh or poor, what you choose?
money just something that a n*gga used to
you can toss n*ggas bags, but you can’t make them groove
sh*t crazy out here, i feel these n*ggas play to lose
it’s only two options, richh or poor, what you choose?

- mack nickels lyrics

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