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money - mellow $avage lyrics

money… money money… stupid money
rollin grams in a hundred… too much money
bunkin, my cali plug… keep me blunted

stuntin, got badd b-tches… i keep em c-mmin

i got money… money money… dumb money
feds on my -ss, f-ck it i got bond money
funny… these n-ggas hatin… these b-tches frontin
my diamonds sunny… and i got a pocket… thats full of money

money money money money money still comin
stuff a 7 in my backy… that’s too much money
b-tches digg me, plus i’m bunkin and i’m always stuntin
silly b-tches want my money these b-tches be funny
in da trap gettin dirty cash wash it like da laundry
dope sold, money fold, hoe you pay for what you wanted
gotta keep the draco n-ggaz change for a hundred
and i keep a shooter with me, i dare ya to take it from me
fill the bag til it burst boy why yo sh-t b lookin scrawny
better get some bankrolls can’t be out here on the bummy
me and kapo hit the road ran up them bands with scrunchyy
countin up kickin playa sh-t b-tch like i punt it
po’d up too much muddy now a n-gga feeling grumpy
plug got da bricks all dressed up like a mummy
40 by tummy, straight drop like it’s clumsy
got the junkies goin dummy and bringing nothin’ but money

money… money money… stupid money
rollin grams in a hundred… too much money
bunkin, my cali plug… keep me blunted
stuntin, got badd b-tches… i keep em c-mmin

i got money… money money… dumb money
feds on my -ss, f-ck it i got bond money
funny… these n-ggas hatin… these b-tches frontin
my diamonds sunny… and i got a pocket… thats full of money

parked the panamera, pulled out the camaro
still got that stupid jag i nicknamed lil daryl
sac p-sse’ apparel i done tatted all my skin
i broke nuggets down to knicks for that check, like melo did
and if you tryna hit the road i need five times ten
know that trap never closed drug gang get em in
n-gga hurry up and buy tell me what you tryna spend
when the numbers this low n-gga how could you not win
i might pull up in a jag i might leave off in a benz
and if a n-gga want smoke we got twin f&n’s
know that if that b-tch badd ima need her and her friend
sac with me, got that sac on me, thats plenty divends
i just might fall off in jeffrey’s don’t know what i’m finna spend
or i might just f-ck magic hit the lunch special with friends
see that’s money in the air, i’m blowin cookie in the wind
spilled 6 on my louboutin’s and ppo’d a 10 of thin

money. money money… stupid money
rollin grams in a hundred… too much money
bunkin, my cali plug… keep me blunted
stuntin, got badd b-tches… i keep em c-mmin

i got money… money money… dumb money
feds on my -ss, f-ck it i got bond money
funny… these n-ggas hatin… these b-tches frontin
my diamonds sunny… and i got a pocket… thats full of money

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