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gettin money - ninothasavage lyrics

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[intro: ninothasavage]
haha, yeh aye
we made a
we made a way got these f*ck n*ggas jealous(on god)
stepping on ps like conf, stepping on
aye aye nino aye

[chorus: ninothasavage]
we made a way got these f*ck n*ggas jealous
margiela’s, i’m stepping on ps like confetti
don’t gotta call me the trap moving steady
they know they can pull up whenever they ready
cut out they tongue when i find out who tellin
then go on the run tell them crackas come catch me
i keep a bl!cky i can’t let them stretch me
my lawyer a tell ya ima convicted felon
we keep the beef in the street
we do not diss on a app i really live what i rap
i really started from nun in the hood shootin cr*ps
now i got ps in the trap
n*ggas be hating on me from a distance but f*ck em, b*tch n*ggas know they can’t touch me
hoe i ain’t f*ck trynna throw a lil baby on me just cause a n*gga gettin money

[verse 1: ninothasavage]
aye, i’m at the spot with some bows right now a n*gga try to come rob he gone get burned down
boy we was broke got this sh*t off the ground
now i’m up gettin head from a b*tch out of town
got a new baby draco ima blow out his chest if a n*gga come test me
i went and cashed out and put all these v’s in my mouth
now these models and sh*t trynna s*x me
n*gga my pockets got heavy, run up a dub off of tele
these n*ggas ain’t solid they tellin
lil bro why you lie like you stepping, now all of yo ppl in heaven
these b*tches treat me like a god
i smile and she droppin her draws, i trap but can pull me a fraud
i f*ck around ain’t got no flaws, i keep me a bl!ck when i walk through da mall
in the hood they treat me like da mayor
yea i can f*ck but can’t lay up, sorry lil bae ima playa
pass me a hoe let lil bro take the fader, gown b*tch she remind me of jada
these n*gga be broke ain’t got paper, know me i’m cut like a taper
slay me a b*tch like i’m jason, make her drink nut like a chaser
can’t no lil b*tch say i chased her (nah fr)
[chorus: ninothasavage]
we made a way got these f*ck n*ggas jealous
margiela’s, i’m stepping on ps like confetti
don’t gotta call me the trap moving steady
they know they can pull up whenever they ready
cut out they tongue when i find out who tellin
then go on the run tell them crackas come catch me
i keep a bl!cky i can’t let them stretch me
my lawyer a tell ya ima convicted felon
we keep the beef in the street
we do not diss on a app i really live what i rap
i really started from nun in the hood shootin cr*ps
now i got ps in the trap
n*ggas be hating on me from a distance but f*ck em, b*tch n*ggas know they can’t touch me
hoe i ain’t f*ck trynna throw a lil baby on me just cause a n*gga gettin money

[verse 2: big scarr]
woah
let’s go
switch on my glock i don’t gotta aim, i keep some young steppers with me like major payne
money and fame came with extra pain, had to cut some n*ggas off that went against the grain
wide body cat yeah i’m switching lanes
sippin a 4 of this rock out a lemonade
touch me and you die put him in a grave, and i stay strap with that fye when i’m on the stage
backwood look like i’m burning sage
black out the coop and the shade like i’m johnny cage
humble as f*ck cause i’m really paid, can’t f*ck with no n*gga who not on the same page
get to the money that’s everyday, i’m state to state with a drac that’s a baby k
super h*ll cat with no license plate
ride with them sticks if he play he gone die today
[chorus: ninothasavage]
we made a way got these f*ck n*ggas jealous
margiela’s, i’m stepping on ps like confetti
don’t gotta call me the trap moving steady
they know they can pull up whenever they ready
cut out they tongue when i find out who tellin
then go on the run tell them crackas come catch me
i keep a bl!cky i can’t let them stretch me
my lawyer a tell ya ima convicted felon
we keep the beef in the street
we do not diss on a app i really live what i rap
i really started from nun in the hood shootin cr*ps
now i got ps in the trap
n*ggas be hating on me from a distance but f*ck em, b*tch n*ggas know they can’t touch me
hoe i ain’t f*ck trynna throw a lil baby on me just cause a n*gga gettin money

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