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born $tunna (remix) - rich $tunna lyrics

[intro: trinidad cartel]
money, money, money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
born stunna, born stunna
flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
born stunna, born stunna
i put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama
born stunna, she’s a born stunna
mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna
born stunna, born stunna
stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
but thats alright cuz he’s going to keep striving and grinding
i ain’t gotta tell you they know about me, huh
i’ve been shining and grinding all night with my b*tch
i wanna grow up rappin, makin bundles of money
i think you need the streets to succeed the industry
its grinding time my whole team knows well
cause i feed you well. every sneaker, h*ll
bags under my ‘isaac’, grinding to the laws of motion
flowin’ like i’m in poker, you never know my emotion
cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
several bank accounts i’m grinding like them metal gears
and i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
the shining is blinding so i keep on grinding with my rhyming
[pre*hook: ripsi winelover]
quiet dog, my phone changed up
i’m icin’ all my barbie chains up
and when i come, get your change cup
these bum b*tches never change up

[verse 2: trinidad cartel]
every day, a star is born
that’s why i shed light on the dark i come form
and then i’ll lay you down and record soft p*rn
i can’t change this deformity in which i was born
daddy left before i was even born
i’m the doctor you my nurse in a uniform
i know mario’s on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt
kid’s aren’t born racist but they are born ignorant
why i am here? huh? why was i born?
luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm
every day, a star is born
he gave ’em the platform
every day a star is born
he gave him a platform
every day, a star is born
could make the eyes of the blind perform
[hook: trinidad cartel]
money, money, money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
born stunna, born stunna
flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
born stunna, born stunna
i put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama
born stunna, she’s a born stunna
mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna
born stunna, born stunna
stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[verse 3: rich $tunna]
that’s why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose
penetratin’ the game on its cervix is my service
dial up words but they’re not in service
and then b*tch*slap her on purpose
seems like you’re starting drama
b*tch round my neck, yeah shes a stunna

[hook: trinidad cartel]
money, money, money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
money, money, money bags
born stunna, born stunna
flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
born stunna, born stunna
i put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama
born stunna, she’s a born stunna
mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna
born stunna, born stunna
stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’
[verse 4: yung f.o.x]
the bags have been packed and zipped
then play you all my latest sh*t
know it good when she go no hands
but f*ck all you scum bags
since we begin, i’m a twisted man
my fam will never understand my plans
lost a couple friends, cool; made a lot of fans
hottest on tracks, i’m the sh*t like what fills colostomy bags
i be smacking up these rapping
f*cks then wrap em up with plastic bags
when timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands
and blastin’ to sn*tch you b*tches like hand bags
i’mma sip moscato and you gon’ lose them pants
the mirror, bags under my eyes
the world seems strange at times
money come and money go still money problems addin up
you oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

[verse 5: young n.a.s]
i came up hungry
rain, sleet, snow, ’bout the money
if you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
hustle for dis country money
anint sh*t funny, for the money
you can never tell me that i’m not hungry
i ain’t got no money
sh*t with our whole family
chillin’ with homies and family
rain, sleet, snow, ’bout the money
but the money don’t stack, man money overlap
and tell them b*tches we real b*tches is bout that
don’t sacrifice your morals for money
let me rideuntil i get free
this ain’t drug money, baby it’s thug money and love money
the only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

[verse 6: ms. mama]
go where you ain’t been
me and my dudes we ballin
before we see it’s hard to live
i’m ballin all my life
when you spill out hits
ballin like some young kings
don’t f*ck with a guy who’s straight up ballin
she smiles; a hoe full of passion
my ex*hoes keep ballin out
i must go like fly route
ballin till iv’e risen
i pop one, you pop one

[verse 5: haitian doll]
i’mma catch you next time around
keep writing and develop a sound
ross and folarin, couple women
they say that karats help your vision
throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base
i thought i was out atlanta, but god d*mn i’m outta sp*ce
i’m in your head like mnemonic device
home invading i’m skating on thin ice
shift time, drift into a swift roller coaster lift
suck her neck before i eat her like she’s breakfast
mind of ice/time to fight/
my uncle pulled me to the side
i’m so cold, yo i’m frozen “ice”
because i see right through your disguise
f*ck “grey’s anatomy” i’m getting sasha grey throat
period i’m done with being your emotional scapegoat
my ambition to blow
who the f*ck said you could flow?
hit the club she drop it low
wale dc said we on joe
and keep on bringing that beastly flow
my new flow bought hublots below zero
never pledge allegiance, god given flow
homies lost their cool*funky flow
denim front been still kickin’ ten zero
my flow sophisticated
your best sentence was doing your bid
yeah i’ll spit a f*ckin freestyle flow
this one right here for polo

[outro: ripsi winelover]
quiet dog, my phone changed up
i’m icin’ all my barbie chains up
and when i come, get your change cup
these bum b*tches never change up

- rich tunna lyrics

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