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8 cuban links (remix) - moneymaderain lyrics

[intro]
(viper)

[chorus: moneymaderain]
eight cold cuban links, n*gga, give ’em up
for fam the four, that’s a quick lil’ millie buff
he couldn’t hoop, moneymade, he had no jumper
big bumpers, hit a homer n*gga with a big donut
i just cashed out fifty for a dice game
balmains, cross a n*gga thinkin’ he lebron james
star player, my pinky ring knockin’ just like raw frazier
no patience, show stager, no brainer
get him hung up like a coat hanger

[verse 1: moneymaderain]
if bro’ll pop out through the party, then he’s in danger
rain with a milli man, watch him just go see angels
big forty*four a n*gga try to wrestle kurt angel
big .40 bussin’ out the benz for a tow mater
glock dirty, you was bop burnin’, somethin’ like steph curry
n*ggas always dissin’ on the team, but your net workin’
bad b*tch in my crib, d*cked her down so she kept squirtin’
tried to count me out, but i keep splurgin’, keep searchin’, keep lurkin’
drop another opp, baby, return it
i could f*ck a b*tch one more time, i don’t need jergins
cross street opps out, yeah, kyrie irving
forty flat hit you in your back, eagle knee surgeon
you’s a b*tch, you already know
don’t pull up to my crib, you not bringin’ in no dough
got a b*tch in kansas, nickname her mahomes
top rank joint, yeah, get it through your dome
[chorus: moneymaderain]
eight cold cuban links, n*gga, give ’em up
for fam the four, that’s a quick lil’ millie buff
he couldn’t hoop, moneymade, he had no jumper
big bumpers, hit a homer n*gga with a big donut
i just cashed out fifty for a dice game
balmains, cross a n*gga thinkin’ he lebron james
star player, my pinky ring knockin’ just like raw frazier
no patience, show stager, no brainer
get him hung up like a coat hanger

[verse 2: duffy]
that was for clout chasin’
dough getters, we the top rank, we the star players
play maker, i need that chain, go on and donate it
i’m frustrated, i’m sick of all these n*ggas pump fakin’
i be countin’ blue faces, opp pack in rotation
money made, everywhere we go, b*tch, we make paper
my old b*tch feelin’ stupid, that b*tch downgraded
got road rage in this foreign, i be drag racin’

[verse 3: blue pesos]
only ballers and bad b*tches, where your invitation?
he with the opps, he got whacked for just associatin’
i need hundreds, i’m outside, on the road for days
finally made your first hundred k, how long’d that take?
the way that homie hopped out the coupe, think he lost his brain
opps get the slap, belt*to*ass for any misbehavin’
this one rami piece that i got worth all your chains
come join the winnin’ team, i got a perfect role for you to play
[chorus: moneymaderain]
eight cold cuban links, n*gga, give ’em up
for fam the four, that’s a quick lil’ millie buff
he couldn’t hoop, moneymade, he had no jumper
big bumpers, hit a homer n*gga with a big donut
i just cashed out fifty for a dice game
balmains, cross a n*gga thinkin’ he lebron james
star player, my pinky ring knockin’ just like raw frazier
no patience, show stager, no brainer
get him hung up like a coat hanger

- moneymaderain lyrics

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