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wockesha - money bag yo lyrics

“yeah, i’ve kinda put the cup down for a minute, but, um
but honestly, it ain’t n0bodies business what’s in my cup
what’s in your cup, what’s in their cup
it’s your cup, drink it
so whatever the h*ll was in my cup
the only reaction i did was got more popular
more successful, did a lot more things that i’ve ever done
i probably should pick that cup back up”

i’m sitting here lookin’ at kesha, like, do you love me? do you love me not?
d*mn, you hit the spot
taste like candy (candy), sweet like fruit (ooh)
wet like water, can i love on you?
withdrawals, i’m feelin’ different, every day i need a dose
every now and then i’m missin’, i got my times when i go ghost
but she mine, i’m stampin’ her
priority status, so them other b*tches mad at her (too mad, ha)
thumbin’ through a hunnid thou’, i spent that times two on you
caught myself cuttin’ you loose, then i pop back up like peek*a*boo
here i go, flyer than most, louis v coat
gas station coffee cup full, i don’t drive boats (nope)
money can’t buy happiness but she found love inside a g
head and somethin’ to eat, that’s all a thug n*gga need
no lie, you get me higher than the prices of my weed
i’m displayin’ my feelings like i’m wearin’ them on my sleeves (see)
one minute i’m done with you, the next one i be runnin’ back
go your way, i go my way, but somehow we be still attached
tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain’t no truth in that
they be like, i’m dumb for f*ckin’ with you, i spend stupid racks

i’m sittin’ here knowin’ i don’t need you, pourin’ o’s in the liter
sippin’, chase it with my reefer, can’t get my mind off wockesha
watch me put my heart in this cup
in my feelings, she my therapist, i’ma talk to this cup (i swear)

ring around the rosie, cup full of o*z’s
i hope i don’t od, she keep sayin’, “pour me”
turn me to that purple demon emoji (devil)
f*ck me like you miss me, it’s been a whole week
this ain’t no playground, love, we grown (too grown)
i’m too f*cked up, i pay four hunnid for a zone (that strong)
my b*tch don’t like you, you been f*ckin’ up my home (in my house)
relapsin’ every time i try to leave you ‘lone (i relapse)
every n*gga in the streets lookin’ for her but she rare
dark skin, purple hair, stingy with her, hard to share (i can’t)
never needed n0body, but it feel good to
have somebody (that somebody)
drop you and pick you up whenever i feel like it
this sh*t toxic
let me know if you feel me, hmm (hmm)
i gotta stop it (i must stop it)
one minute i’m done with you, the next one i be runnin’ back
go your way, i go my way, but some how we be still attached
tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain’t no truth in that
they be like i’m dumb for f*ckin’ with you, i spend stupid racks

hmm*hmm, hmm*hmm, hmm, hmm
hmm*hmm, hmm*hmm, hmm, hmm

- money bag yo lyrics

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