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chief - yung dred lyrics

[intro]
i make the money, these racks don’t make me
i make the money, these racks don’t make me
me and dee money want millions

[chorus]
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i make the money, these racks don’t make me)
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (said i make the money, this money can’t change me)
my diamonds a booger, my cuban a choker
i’m sellin’ on low, my pack comin’ over
feelin’ like chief, i hate bein’ sober
double cup, mix the wok’ with the soda
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i make the money, these racks don’t make me)
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i made these racks in the trap, it saved me)
my diamonds a booger, my cuban a choker
i’m sellin’ on low, my pack comin’ over
feelin’ like chief, i hate bein’ sober
double cup, mix the wok’ with the soda

[verse]
these n*ggas be cappin’, they know it
sippin’ on tussin, you n*ggas disgustin’ (ha)
smokin’ on [?] exotic, three*five in a russian
f*ck on your b*tch and you cuffin’ that lil’ freak
money machine in the trap goin’ [?] deep, yeah, yeah
you cannot stop it, i’m poppin’ for real
f*ck your lil’ deal, i just copped me a field
i spent a whole hunnid like this sh*t ain’t nothin’
i’ll drop a lil’ ten on your head
you n*ggas ain’t gangstas, you p*ssies are scared
[?] the goat, my d*ck in her throat
she askin’ for cash, i’m tellin’ her “no”
i’m droppin’ them packages fresh off the boat
one hunnid or better, i’m never gon’ settle
all of this trappin’ deserve a gold metal
free my lil’ patna’, he out, he went federal
fresh out the feds, got them racks on the schedule, yeah (yeah)
hunnid band jugg (hunnid band, hunnid band)
finessin’ and trappin’, we all gettin’ money
my city on fire, can’t be lackin’ in public
i’m pourin’ up wok’ and we rollin’ on 30s
my diamonds be bitin’, these hoes get excited
i’m smokin’ on [?] every time that i light it
[chorus]
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i make the money, these racks don’t make me)
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (said i make the money, this money can’t change me)
my diamonds a booger, my cuban a choker
i’m sellin’ on low, my pack comin’ over
feelin’ like chief, i hate bein’ sober
double cup, mix the wok’ with the soda
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i make the money, these racks don’t make me)
i make the money, these racks don’t make me (i made these racks in the trap, it saved me)
my diamonds a booger, my cuban a choker
i’m sellin’ on low, my pack comin’ over
feelin’ like chief, i hate bein’ sober
double cup, mix the wok’ with the soda

- yung dred lyrics

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