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piston - mr.money lyrics

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i told my brother that we need a run it up
two b*tches in the back they tryna suck it up
n*ggas just don’t know what we got coming up
i made a hunnid did that just to f*ck it up
look
my lil n*gga handle the beef if you trippin’
i’m ballin’ more than a bad boy piston
i’m rocking loubs 1k for the christians
ride for my n*ggas cause they never left
iced out diamond rings looking like steph
could be dead or in jail just pray cause i’m blessed
i got me two foreigns walking off of the jet
he ain’t got money he ain’t tryna bet
he f*cking with us then he going in debt
money on a floor i still ain’t count it
i shot my shot it was nothing but net
now i’m back on they ass with this new sh*t
rack for a strap, clip long as a pool stick
heard that you stackin’ make sure you don’t lose it
hammer on me it came out of the tool kit
made a lotta bread off the internet
touch a lotta bills like when the clintons met
imma big dog i know you just a lil pet
we going up with this sh*t ain’t no limit yet
it’s crazy i’m spittin’ better than all of these rappers
ghost from the past like i ball with the raptors
i threw the cheese on her head like a packer
b*tch i ain’t hollywood, how could u say that?
n*ggas start cappin’ cause they want some payback
rather get money out here than be laid back
spin this sh*t twice rewind that’s a playback
look at these numbers then look at yours
you rocking lacoste and i’m rocking dior
we smoking gelato get high then we soar
that b*tch sucking us then she seeing the door
we walk with a strap ’cause we stuck in are ways
that n*gga a k!ller but get the praise
get lost in the green like we walkin’ in maze
potato on the barrel we making ’em lays
all this sh*t facts i know when i spit that you gonna listen
i got some years in the future
i’m running up bread right now for all of my children
feds on me for the sh*t that i did in the past
they tryna label me a villain
his b*tch can’t get to me cause i stay in the studio
she like boy why you be hidden

i heard your b*tch wanna hit
i must just slide if you look like a l!ck
we do it for real we ain’t takin no pics
these n*ggas just cap for likes
i got me a strap walkin’ round like a dyk*
had the gl!ck for a minute, forgot how to fight
i heard your b*tch wanna hit
i must just slide if you look like a l!ck
we do it for real we ain’t takin no pics
these n*ggas just cap for likes
i got me a strap walkin’ round like a dyk*
had the gl!ck for a minute, forgot how to fight

- mr money lyrics

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