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nigga money - the prototype live lyrics

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[intro]
n*gga money! n*gga money!
n*gga money! n*gga money! oh my god!
n*gga money!
n*gga money! n*gga!
(what did you say?)
f*ck b*tch again, n*gga!
you heard us!
n*gga money! n*gga money!
period!
money gang, gang, gang!
n*gga money! n*gga money! oh my god!

[verse]
b*tch, i’m tired of being broke!
i’mma pull up on ya label
rob it like issa a liquor store

up to the top is where i go
when the paper’s in my hands
you gon’ find that i never fold

think rich, act rich, boom b*tch
game changed, intent don’t switch
gang, gang, i hit don’t miss!
never been a hoe, but i got many tricks
i made a galaxy
you can have that planet; it is part of me
but me you cannot be
i pray you can move on and live quite comfortably

let’s touch on all the bases:
you b*tches be so biased and have little basis
you never ever, ever, ever show ya faces!
i’m laughing to the bank
’cause all ya claims be baseless

and you frauds are tasteless!

i drew you into being
i just might erase it!
get on my level, b*tch, get awakened
responde la pregunta, puta, cut the fake sh*t!
you cannot dim my light, it’s clear i stay lit
i did it with no diddy, yeah, it’s clear i made it
i be rich & in ya sp*ce, elon*ebonics!
help the people read between the lines
hip*hop on phonics! ha

[chorus]
money gang, gang, gang!
you b*tches owe me money, honey, oh my god!
money gang, gang, gang!
you n*ggas betta have my money, oh my god!
money gang, gang, gang!
and the white folks betta have my money!
f*ck b*tch again, n*gga!
money gang, gang, gang!
everybody betta have my money
f*ck b*tch again, n*gga!
[verse 2]
why you mad at me?
’cause you and you and you and you don’t add to me?
a full shed of hoes, rake the leaves!
got a garden growing strong, but it’s full of weeds

why you mad at me?
’cause you and you and you and you don’t add to me?
a full shed of hoes, won’t you rake the leaves?
got a garden growing strong, but it’s full of weeds

why you mad at me?

[outro]
i got old money, i got new money!
i got n*gga money, i got jew money!

i got old money, i got new money!
i got n*gga money, i got jew money!

i got old money, i got new money!
i got n*gga money, i got jew money!

nothing to say; you cannot sit upon my panel
hoes is basic, common as some flannel*
couldn’t taste my sauce if they paid for sample

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