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whole lotta money - uncle murda lyrics

[chorus: que banz]
whole lotta money
can’t let it go to my head
i spend it [?] know i’m being watched by the feds
yeah
oh oh
if i see an opp, let the chop flock [?]
she wanna f*ck, i’m thinking how can she make me some bread?
yeah
yeah yeah
oh
yeah yeah

[verse 1: uncle murda]
one of my n*ggas’ cribs just got raided
before rap, every dollar we made was drug related
if not that, an armmed robbery was associated
that’s why the fedds want a n*gga dead or inc*rs*rated
my lil homie just got knocked, he was on the run
he beat the body, but they gave him 20 years for the gun
and they [?] one of his codefendents
he ain’t give him no information, he get a shorter sentence
yeah, some n*ggas still follo the g code
say what you want about us, but you can’t say that we told
i done been in shootouts, empty, had to reload
used to knock on n*ggas’ doors, start shooting through the peekhole
like bang bang, these bullets ain’t got no name on it
money i used to pay the rent with had cocaine on it
you know these streets don’t love us, [?]
until the feds come or a n*gga end up shooting us
[chorus: que banz]
whole lotta money
can’t let it go to my head
i spend it [?] know i’m being watched by the feds
yeah
oh oh
if i see an opp, let the chop flock [?]
she wanna f*ck, i’m thinking how can she make me some bread?
yeah
yeah yeah
oh
yeah yeah

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
streets [?] with a hammer, they’ll bury ya
jackboys cairiers, i still gotta carey it
before rap, you know what i had to do, flew serious
on [?] we ain’t ducking no smoke, peariad
89 slide green, 2001 segle
they talking on phones, like they didn’t see casino
have your baby mama sitting out of court sick
you ’bout to do that short 6, down in fort d*cks
when they invested in stock, we just bought bricks
plug pulled up to the spot with a forklift
rap money cool, but i made more in the driver’s seat
get them whole sales, cost 10 racks to bother me
rule number 1, get bag, keep your mouth shut
we gon’ bail you out, had nana putting the house up
didn’t think i could do it, where they get all that doubt from?
street n*ggas think like me, this the outcome
[chorus: que banz]
whole lotta money
can’t let it go to my head
i spend it [?] know i’m being watched by the feds
yeah
oh oh
if i see an opp, let the chop flock [?]
she wanna f*ck, i’m thinking how can she make me some bread?
yeah
yeah yeah
oh
yeah yeah

- uncle murda lyrics

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