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b.a.p - nifty b lyrics

[chorus: nifty b]
money, money, money, money
nothing i care about except my money
money, money, money, money
i sh*t out, and bathe in money
money, money, money, money
alex walked on stilts of money
money, money, money, money
she think that i’m made of money

[verse 1: nifty b]
ayy, money goes around and the b*tches here to ruin it
bottles full of liquor, cop a shot, you know we brewing it
i’m stirring up the opps, i’m rolling papers
yeah, i’m glued to it, and shawny got the knock
i told lil brodie to just chill wit’ it
if nifty got the industry, theres nothin’ she can worry ’bout
sad for his family, i think about his whereabouts
the process of my wins come in clutch, hid in pan*tar*ies
chill with 16’s, maybe 15’s, guess we say that boy was b.a.p
takesha wiped his nose, he a f*a*g*g
can never be nifty with a f*a*g*g
uh, man i’m diggin’ a grave, it’s for all the opposition, they finna componsate
and when i, when i go, i’ma go all day
gettin’ money, so you know i gotta spend it today
roll the dice on green tables, i got gambling problems
and when i pour the red liquor, shoot it back, and re*wine him
where his peoples? yeah, he know that f*p*n is a problem
get the r15’s, the 30. clips, to see who can solve em’, ayy
[chorus: nifty b]
money, money, money, money
nothing i care about except my money
money, money, money, money
i sh*t out, and bathe in money
money, money, money, money
alex walked on stilts of money
money, money, money, money
she think that i’m made of money

[verse 2: nifty b]
she a cop, she wanna get undercover
last verse was bewiddled, show concent to ya’ mother
need money? don’t you worry, i got b*simpson covered
you telin’ me you get paid, sellin’ my album covers?
when your album covers por*ily made
drop a deuce*deuce, kinger rocka, toilet shapae
the bullened b*lls, got a call, sayin’ “doo*doo*leray”
the bullened b*lls, got a call, sayin’ “doo*doo*leray” (yuh)
now i might have to fire at b*tches
56, and you talkin’ ’bout nifty in ditches?
and you, you can barley even cook in the kitchen
i’m ya’ father when it comes to the raps and the disses
i tried to, when i heard him, i tried to keep my composure
bully masked up, he prolly keep his gun in a stroller
it describes him well, cause he is a baby
look at me, i’ve been findin’ new discoveries lately
(wow!)
please don’t get me started on drake
he the whole reason i made this in the first place
you betta, betta run, when i come at ya’ face
i bet you’d like that, cause lil k.dot could expose that you g*y
he the definition of the role b.a.p, and he also got the title rap f*a*g
these b*tches know they be sleepin’ on nifty b
but they had better not use my for my money, g (ayy)
[chorus: nifty b]
money, money, money, money
nothing i care about except my money
money, money, money, money
i sh*t out, and bathe in money
money, money, money, money
alex walked on stilts of money
money, money, money, money
she think that i’m made of money

[outro]
mordacai, rigby
who y’all want featured?
stella, jocks?
mangz? foam?
big v.i.p, hit me up

- nifty b lyrics

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