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money - rob $tone lyrics

yeah, uh
yeah, gotta get right
yeah, uh huh
heh

[verse]
i wake up in the morning feeling kinda special
throwing on some new margiela
hit the blunt before i leave the crib
i step outside, cats out lookin’ at my ride
i’m the guy and i’m high and i’m flyer than a airplane
and it’s a d*mn shame, n*ggas always say it
and it’s a d*mn shame, we still save the day
i hit the d*mn fame and only want the paper
i’ll give my last name and wonder will she take it?
i pray i make it, tryna be cool and be patient
tryna find a new way out this d*mn еvolving situation
tryna find a new big house to raise my son and to bе great in
one day you gon’ figure out who really with you and who hate
one day i’m gon’ hit the top and change my number next day
heard they tryna line me out, i heard you runnin’ out of clout
i know you heard i’m coming back
no way can let ’em take me out
no way can let ’em knock me down
i’m standing tall until my back break
[chorus]
i hit the mall and i start spendin’ money
young n*gga ballin’ ’cause i’m gettin’ money
i hit the club, they bringin’ bottles to me
the women love me ’cause i’m gettin’ money
f*ck it baby, give it to me, f*ck it, i’m gon’ put it on ya, yeah
you drop it down and i’m gon’ spend it on ya, yeah
you know a n*gga came from california, yeah
i’m not just rappin’ i’m really gettin’ money

[verse]
yeah, big bossed up
young san diego n*gga, finna’ charge her
f*ck a dime in the benz and switch cars up
i keep the girls lined up like starbucks, aye, yeah
no one stand adjacent
if you callin’ on my phone, talk bread paper
don’t be callin’ on my phone if you ain’t talkin’ major
i’m gettin’ hundreds, stackin’ racks like skyscr*pers
i’m gettin’ blunted back to back, i’m on a hiatus
i keep on grindin’ cross the map, and i ain’t tryna wait there
i put the town up on my back, i even got my haters
i put my soul on every track and catch a vibe later

[chorus]
i hit the mall and i start spendin’ money
young n*gga ballin’ ’cause i’m gettin’ money
i hit the club, they bringin’ bottles to me
the women love me ’cause i’m gettin’ money
f*ck it baby, give it to me, f*ck it, i’m gon’ put it on ya
you drop it down and i’m gon’ spend it on ya
you know a n*gga came from california
i’m not just rappin’ i’m really gettin’ money, yeah

- rob tone lyrics

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