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last 24 - moneydw lyrics

[intro]
watch how i run this ho

[verse 1]
ain’t have no pictures on my wall, that sh*t ain’t get me off
just magazines tryna see how much that bentley cost
couldn’t wait to make it home so i could shut the city down
and diamonds hittin’, that red zone knock my spirit out
i gave a quarter to my lawyer, told him do just what i wanna
was crashin’ for them racks, so that bread, it turned to a bumper
five hundred bands, came back to fifty*seven, your honor
just let me get right, i promise, i’m done with this sh*t, on mama
i rock ricky owen rainboots, still tryna get my feet wet
give it how they ask for it, real clean in a clear wrap
see honey buns, smash in the corner store like, “i need that”
trophy bust on my arm, finally sinkin’ in like a beanbag
he can’t walk the yard if he fishy, that boy a meat pack
and my paperwork good, you can read that
punch the gas in the ‘cat, the only thing i idle
have commas for all the whips and show ownership like a hyphen, n*gga

[chorus]
thought i’d be in the car forever like infiniti
young, lit, and reckless, been wildin’, check my history
excuse me for the drum on that glock, music instrument
only bloodshed you seen your period, you been a b*tch
push the h*llcat to scenic woods, i remember this
do somethin’ cool for the lil’ ones, bingo when they see my sh*t
wasn’t tryna turn it into no career, just tryna get it
l’s come before m’s, i learned that sh*t in elementary, n*gga
[verse 2]
hood for it, street number, no promotion
it’s a blessing i went out for the mission, ’cause, boy, you know me
federal chances just to come back to bust the rollie
like my b*tches, if you want my time, you gon’ have to blow me
we ain’t come to talk when we pull up, we ain’t jehovah’s
if i was worm, i would’ve picked craig to go get at smokey
can’t secure the bag and bro trippin’ like we ain’t loaded
whoadie taught to treat them cars like a ford and always stay focused
one time for the b*tch that snuck the gas in the joint
one time for them cluckers, gave ’em ten bands in a month
ain’t got no time for them n*ggas that was holdin’ they nuts
but got a line of they b*tches that can’t wait to get f*cked
might share a meal, dime of lean, drop an eight in my cup
they ain’t give me much to start up with, i made it enough
ain’t it funny? same b*tches used to dub me, now they love me
watchin’ through that window, i was just heatin’ up like an oven, n*gga

- moneydw lyrics

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