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holy smokes remix (unrealeased) - trippie redd lyrics

[intro: trippie redd]
je t’aime trippie redd
(goontex)
yeah, yeah

[chorus: trippie redd]
holy f*ckin’ smokes, i got my money up (cash)
countin’ all these bands, took me a while just to d*mn run it up
multi millions, i fill a hundred up
all this cash on me but i still can’t buy love
put the hundons in the chanel, got my racks up
sit back, flip sh*t like a acrobat, n*gga, get the stacks up
got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
(all this cash on me) sad thing is money still won’t buy love (oh)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
you can’t fit my racks in an arena
white cup filled with purple stuff, it look like frieza
bro and them got hit with that subpoena
better keep they mouth shut, or we gonna have to clean up
throwin’ money up like i’m nauseous
baby girl, i’m exhaustеd
baby, be cautious
know the streets be talkin’
evеry day, walk with a check and a motherf*ckin’ target
every day making money every way, hang with them bosses
[chorus: trippie redd]
holy f*ckin’ smokes, i got my money up (cash)
countin’ all these bands, took me a while just to d*mn run it up
multi millions, i fill a hundred up
all this cash on me but i still can’t buy love
put the hundons in the chanel, got my racks up
sit back, flip sh*t like a acrobat, n*gga, get the stacks up
got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
(all this cash on me) sad thing is money still won’t buy love (oh)

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
all this d*mn d*ck fillin’ her tummy up (yeah), yeah
i done f*cked your b*tch and her best friend in front of her
how the f*ck you ain’t never get your money up? (how?)
(how the f*ck you ain’t never get your money up?)
i just spent me a hundred thousand, i treat it like it’s twenty bucks (lil uzi)
i’m a leo, now watch how i f*ck the summer up (yeah, facts)
your girl got my name tatted, she swear she won’t get a cover up
if he want smoke with me, that’s another blunt (yeah)
all different kinds, every girl fine, can’t make my mind

[yungd0n:]
holy f*ckin smokes we got our money up, can’t believe we got away with, all this cash you even dodged a bullet, you moved so fast, countin all these racks made me flash out, got a chain from icebox i think i even got some fame, shot a n*gga out the window he is real lame, all these hoes if 1 slip up i think i just might blow

[chorus: trippie redd yungd0n & lil uzi vert]
holy f*ckin’ smokes, i got my money up (yeah, cash)
countin’ all these bands, took me a while just to d*mn run it up (whoa)
multi millions, i fill a hundred up
all this cash on me but i still can’t buy love
put the hundons in the chanel, got my racks up (put the hundons)
sit back, flip sh*t like a acrobat, n*gga, get the stacks up
got two accounts, still got millions in my backup (yeah)
(all this cash on me) sad thing is money still won’t buy love (oh, it’s lil uzi vert)
[outro: lil uzi vert]
huh? what?
yeah
where am i?
14, 16
huh?
huh?

- trippie redd lyrics

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