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money - tiffany blade lyrics

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[intro: blade icewood}
p*ssy ass n*ggas
i got girls on my label
that rap harder then you n*ggas
this icewood entertainment

[chorus: tiffany blade]
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes

[verse 1: tiffany blade}
uh, h*ll naw i don’t f*ck with yall lame n*ggas
even know i came up i’m the same n*gga
on the block chilling, yеah i’m in the same hood
homies tеll me stay up and ask me what’s good
all i sip is belaire or the moet
detroit playgirl yeah i’m up next
tell a hater boss down, n*gga do something
keep it real off top, fake n*ggas fronting
and i’m stunting, pockets full of hundreds
in the vip with my n*ggas going dummy
uncle d*ck head said he bet it all on me
i’m on the come up, n*ggas still trying sleep on me
sipping lean on my way to another state
i’m in my new whip, still got the paper plates
reg said we need five for me to do a show
cop a bag flip it five times in a row
[chorus: tiffany blade]
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes

[verse 2: tiffany blade]
uh, in the game to win hating you can stop that
trying to beef with me, i push ya top back
got a chauffer black suite with a top hat
new chopper with the beam, cl!ck clack
on my new sh*t yea i bet you hate me
want to take my crown hoes never faze me
money cash hoes, like what jigga said
don’t give a f*ck about the fame, i’m chasing bread
shout out to the hoes that gave up on me
now they see e doing good trying f*ck with me
popping pills sipping mud, i don’t feel pain
wake up the next day do it all again
keep it real with my day ones on the block
need a favor they the first ones that a pop
lucky seven on the dice dawg i’m a shake it
laughing at you bum n*ggas out here pump faking
[chorus: tiffany blade]
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes
money, cars, clothes, hoes

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