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this n that - matt ox lyrics

[intro]
matt ox, gang, gang
whoa, whoa, they be copying, they be copying
i’m working on dying
this and that (what?)

[chorus]
i-i be rockin’ that, i be rockin’ this (what?)
a youngin too hot, i get that money quick
diamonds on my neck bluer than a crip (bluer, bluer)
a youngin made it out, now i’m feeling rich (so rich)
i be rockin’ that, i be rockin’ this
a youngin too hot, i get that money quick (get that money)
diamonds on my neck bluer than a crip (bling, blaow)
a youngin made it out, now i’m feeling rich (what? what?)

[verse]
mason with that top, yeah
i be on that block, yeah
pull up, drop that top, yeah
diamonds never hot, yeah
young guy who shot, yeah
all these girls, they flock, yeah
i run to the guap, yeah
these haters ’bout to stop, d-mn
i’m-i’ma flick that wrist (wrist)
diamonds wet like piss (piss)
all my sauces drip (what?)
my gang hittin’ licks (godd-mn)
boy, you better not trip (nah)
pull up like a crip (crip)
mess around get hit (what?)
or you might get flipped
all my homies drop (drop)
pull up on your block
i’ma run it up (run it)
all these haters fake (what?)
pull up on his face (that face)
my homies are chasin’ (ooh)
chasin’ to that bread
it’s stuck in my head
my rubies, they red (red)
jumping out the trap (trap)
my homies, they shred
yeah, they copy this (copy)
yeah, they copy that (godd-mn)
i need a new wave (a wave)
nobody can have (no)
all my stacks are fat (fat)
and that is a fact
mess around, get checked
chilling at the rec (rec)
diamonds on my neck (ooh)
at the park i flex (flex)
’bout to get them checks (checks)
they tryna be like me (what?)
they might be obsessed (obsessed)
haters get addressed
when i drop the guap
i’ma make a mess (mess)
they gon’ get finessed (what?)
i do not rest (nah)
always been a [?]
you just might get tripped (bang)
all my homies hit (ooh)

[chorus]
i-i be rockin’ that, i be rockin’ this (rockin’ that)
a youngin too hot, i get that money quick (so quick)
diamonds on my neck bluer than a crip (bling, blaow)
a youngin made it out, now i’m feeling rich (so rich)
i be rockin’ that, i be rockin’ this
a youngin too hot, i get that money quick (cha-ching)
diamonds on my neck bluer than a crip (bluer, bluer)
a youngin made it out, now i’m feeling rich (what? what?)

[outro]
matt ox, gang
working on dying, ox gang
pull up in the paint, pull up at the bank
they be copying that, they gon’ copy this
[?] on my wrist, diamonds on my wrist
and i get that money and i get them hundreds
you think this so funny, pull up like a bunny
i don’t play no games, you gon’ hop away
yeah
you gon’ hop away, you gon’ hop away (i’m working on dying)
i don’t play no games, all my homies insane
pull up on your block, we [?]

- matt ox lyrics

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