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hell no - money boy lyrics

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[producertag]
eh chicharito

[hook]
i’m gettin’ money like i’m s’posed to
stack bread and i f-ck a lotta hoes too, yeah
i ain’t f-ck with you lame -ss
goofy -ss, broke -ss bums, h-ll no! (h-ll no)
ay and my neck on cold
and my wrist on froze and my money don’t fold (don’t fold)
meine b-tch is bad
and i get that bag, then i flipped my bread, my bread
ay yeah i popped my sh-t
meine pockets d-ck, go and suck my d-ck, yeah (my d-ck, yeah)
i’m gettin’ money like i’m s’posed to
stack bread and i f-ck a lotta hoes too

[part 1]
ey, die money-bags kommen jetzt herein
vor der villa steht ein aston, wie der premier league-verein (nice)
ich hab’ meine chain auf ice
und sag’ zu der b-tch: i can change your life (wooh)
es is wie bei in-n-out, money comin’ in and out (cash)
diese goofies makin all kinda funny sh-t for clout, woow
used to be broke, but im up now (up now)
uh, these -ss hoes wanna f-ck now (dat right)
used to have juice, now i got the sauce (sauce)
keine zahnseide, b-tch, but i love to floss, ey
blac youngsta mit dem cash
hunderttausend euro just to stunt on your -ss
dummer keck, realrap all you do is f-cking cap
[?] doch in echt you ain’t got it like that (nah)
got dat thang and i brrrang on your b-tch -ss (bang, bang)
d-mn, i got the game, oh i’m smitas

[hook]
i’m gettin’ money like i’m s’posed to
stack bread and i f-ck a lotta hoes too, yeah
i ain’t f-ck with you lame -ss
goofy -ss, broke -ss bums, h-ll no! (h-ll no)
ay and my neck on cold
and my wrist on froze and my money don’t fold (don’t fold)
meine b-tch is bad
and i get that bag, then i flipped my bread, my bread
ay yeah i popped my sh-t
meine pockets d-ck, go and suck my d-ck, yeah (my d-ck, yeah)
i’m gettin’ money like i’m s’posed to (yeah, yeah)
stack bread and i f-ck a lotta hoes too (lotta hoes too)

[part 2]
check das aus, boy, du bist nur ein trottel-wichser
in dem restaurant und ich esse lobster-pizza
und weißt du was boy, ich ficke deine tochter oft
ich bin ein g, real g — räuber hotzenplotz (d-mn)
king of diamonds mit den broskies
b-tches poppen ihre p-ssy für das money (money)
ménage à trois mit zwei french-hoes (french-hoes)
ich gib den b-tches meine wrap sauce (yeah)
kein sourcream, glo up das powerteam
b-tches sind wet, wie eine shower, see
get you wet up, bang, bang, brrat [what?]
make you bleed red sauce — kein ketchup (ay)
we makin’ it rain, egal in welchem strip-club
king of diamonds, follies oder club l-st
50 told me: go ahead and switch your style up
and if they hate, i let ’em hate and watch the money pile up

[hook]
i’m gettin’ money like i’m s’posed to
stack bread and i f-ck a lotta hoes too, yeah
i ain’t f-ck with you lame -ss
goofy -ss, broke -ss bums, h-ll no! (h-ll no)
ay and my neck on cold
and my wrist on froze and my money don’t fold (don’t fold)
meine b-tch is bad
and i get that bag, then i flipped my bread, my bread
ay yeah i popped my sh-t
meine pockets d-ck, go and suck my d-ck, yeah (my d-ck, yeah)
i’m gettin’ money like i’m s’posed to
stack bread and i f-ck a lotta hoes too (lotta hoes too)

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