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money days - ttd tony lyrics

uh yeah
gotta i’m going get it (get it)
faded admit it i’m with it (i’m wit it)
sliding i be in yo city (uh)
kick door don’t get hit (yah)
who gone come take sh*t
young n*gga who lit (yahearme)

riding rolling five deep armed they soldiers usually i go solo
i’m done coasting money coming in, checks get brought in postal
i don’t know you stop the screen recording b*tch why you keep posting (sheesh)
organize em hoe’s i keep a list got them by the folders
my b*tch bad and wholesome
when you chosen
show me you ain’t boring (yahearme)
my life viva loca i reward them give them d*ck as tokens (yep)
that’s the notion break down erode you wake you up like folgers
stopped the smoking p.o got me p*ssing can’t lie ima miss it yeah
ima kick it ronaldo christian uh whoa
one more time bad b*tch let me hit it (yuh)
what the f*ck mind your business that’s why i keep chillin
can’t describe the feelin baby sitter they watch me like children (the f*ck)
pray to god for healin raise my ceiling give me millions
mansions porsches the jets the dealings i need billions that’s what get me going
keep me out my feelings i like foreigns, b*tches cars you knowing (i’m on)
all that i want more and woods not flooring dope it got me snoring (i’m gone)
dreams to make it big, back to back we touring
keep them racks i’m storing the bag important yeah whoa (uh)
wreck em
i got time today
we gone find away
we gone stretch em (stretch em)
send you on your way
forgive me lord i pray (i pray)
it’s okay
we gone see em now
will have better days
let them talk and say
we get payed (we payed)
these be money days

popping tags money bags need them, uh andale
skrrt of jags srt’s h*llcat i need you out the way
going fast b*tch i’m flash what you see i’m datta way
car got jet fuel hit the gas and if i crash i’m passing away (sheesh)
lean this seat back off that gas whip lash i’m turnt up all the way
watch what they say these n*ggas fake they give your props and they take your pay
set you up they’ll leave you layed (d*mn)
i’m on they necks i’m about to break (f*ck em)
mental falling brain decay i ain’t worried i ain’t phased
call me brady all these sacks, back to back these bags on my back (yahearme)
carrying this weight i’m feeling like mac, pablo b*tch i gotta it like crack
what you need lil hoe she staring i bet she feigning she want this d*ck
lil baby she love tomorrows waking her up i’m putting right on her lip (uh huh)
bed head crazy i’m loving the feeling bust on her filler she got that drip (yep)
walking l!ck pockets they full b*tches busting i’m swole like a tick
kush cloud thick just like my b*tch (b*tch)
double mint twins i get the pick (pick)
which one first i get the hit (hit)
ap dancing on my wrist (wrist)
look how it shine you can tell that i’m rich
god give me a sign this supposed to be it (yeah)
look how they lying they saying they part
n*ggas just bitting off what i built (uh)
wreck em
i got time today
we gone find away
we gone stretch em (stretch em)
send you on your way
forgive me lord i pray (i pray)
it’s okay
we gone see em now
will have better days
let them talk and say
we get payed (we payed)
these be money days
these be money days
yeah uh these be money days

- ttd tony lyrics

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