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i like how money sounds - trevmas lyrics

[chorus]
bro gave me a pill and i’ma take it
i keep a drac’ stick, room, b*tch, we shake it
racks, i’ma make it, tax for a fake b*tch
lax’, how i’m sh*tting on ’em, i see 12 and i don’t brake, b*tch
you see me winning and you hate it
wonder if you stuck around, maybe you’d be gucci down
i just took a trip around his block, welcome to loser town
i just bought my b*tch a birky bag, told her to lose the frown

[verse 1]
shooter, he do ten to life before he wear a cap and gown
circle that boy f*cking block, we gave his ass the runaround
money comes and money goes, but f*ck, i like how money sound
that boy flexing like he up, f*ck around, gun him down
drive*bys be so normal now, the neighbors used to ducking down
so much ice up on my neck, they f*cked around and brought the puck around
jeffery dahmer, put his bones up in the ground
call my phone, i hit the pound
if i don’t get you then my dogs will, i send the hounds
please make room in your heart for me
i know it’s hard for you to see that
i try, early morning, late night
i just booked a plane ride, hoping you would stay mine
crossing over state lines, with you, i spend my break time
i was careful with your heart, it’s crazy how you break mine
your friends a ho, so you a ho, grapevine
i’m with my canines, lil’ b*tch, we have a great time
pass my b*tch the baggy, i told her to break it up
they stream me ‘cross the world, i make bread while i’m waking up
but i don’t make enough, i’m so used to taking stuff
she scared of commitment, she so used to breaking up
[chorus]
bro gave me a pill and i’ma take it
i keep a drac’ stick, room, b*tch, we shake it
racks, i’ma make it, tax for a fake b*tch
lax’, how i’m sh*tting on ’em, i see 12 and i don’t brake, b*tch
you see me winning and you hate it
wonder if you stuck around, maybe you’d be gucci down
i just took a trip around his block, welcome to loser town
i just bought my b*tch a birky bag, told her to lose the frown

[verse 2]
how many bodies, what’s your timeline?
oblivious to what i might find
foot in the sand, i drew a fine line
you and i, this ain’t the right time
don’t even try to lie to me
i know you switching sides, it’s time to see
i know that it’s hard to confide in me
that’s the man i’m trying hard not to be
i paint her face like i’m a vandal, she said i’m a handful
they say, “trevor, what’s up in your pants,” i got a pantful
suicide doors up on the whip, i don’t like handles
never been so sure of this like this is not a gamble
randle cunningham, these bullets fly
i don’t f*ck with 12, not f*cking with the other guys
only talk if it’s about the money, not talking otherwise
my b*tch ass is real and it match her thighs
girl, don’t play with me, i promise you don’t want to
you say he just a friend, i can tell he want you
curb my feelings very well, wanna beat his ass, i want to
she think that i’m fake as f*ck, like b*tch, why would i con you?
deep inside, i wanna f*ck, wanna get deep inside
wanna leave her with some feelings that she’ll never find
[bridge]
again (again)
again (again)
again (again)
again

- trevmas lyrics

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