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happy - ozcashtheproducer lyrics

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money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy yuh

money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy yuh

huuuh

yuuuhhhh!

f*ck these n*ggas i don’t need em
yeaaa!
should i hit him with this fn or just beat him
yeaa!

still f*k 12 they tryna take away my freedom
haaa!

running fast running from the cops man
yuh!

they on my ass
ha!

they on my ass
ha!

couple n*ggas switched up but they in the past
d*mn!

i don’t want her luv
yuh!

but this sh*t won’t last
yuh!

no this sh*t this won’t last
yuh!
life move to fast
yuhh!

money come to fast
yuh!

gotta catch up b*tch
yuh!

and that’s blood everywhere
yuh!

it’s not ketchup b*tch
yuh!

get ya check up b*tch
yea!

cuz i’m tryna get rich
yuh!

up wit that fye right now i gotta k!ll ‘еm i heard he a snitch
yuh!

he gotta diе right now i swea to god imma k!ll dat b*tch
yuh!
man these n*ggas some clowns i swear to god i can’t f*ck with it
yuh!

money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy yuh

money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy yuh

money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy
get gone!

money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy yuh

money overload
yuh!

we get high and low
yuh!

i gotta keep that pole i told you i can’t get hoed
ya!

left his body cold
ya!

man i just can’t go
d*mn!

money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy yuh

money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy yuh

money make me happy i f*ck hoes and get real sappy yuh

i’m so f*cking happy left the crib with glocky on me

i’m so f*cking happy i got the bag not talking groceries

he said he want smoke say less, now he choking

really bringin in that fetty this is not a stoley

ball out you can’t hold me

throwing led back like roches

n*ggas pump faking family guy they so f*cking phony

put yo wrist down, that is not a trophy
i am not a trumpet
but i let her blow me

he is not a thug

but he act hard as sh*t

throwing rounds like quarterbacks so gone head send that blitz

blitz
blitz
blitz

every time them racks come through, i swear i’m happy as sh*t aye

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