money (hand me the glock) - yung sh1n1gam1 b01 lyrics
[intro]
lot of motherf*ckers complaining about my generation’s rap
like you so special and sh*t
well, i got something to say to you
[verse 1]
who the f*ck is ??? this hate?
??? ???
caught up thinkin’ smashin’ past
now i gotta ??? a little, haters!
??? smokin’ fake cigs
not a chick*fil*a, that’s all i gotta say
made a sandwich, where are the ladies, where is the soup?
where the motherf*ckin’ ??? collab with snoop
and makin’ waves on the scene for the kids and the teens
now with thugs who got impression ??? that i’m thinkin’ them clean
clubbin’ with the homies, making money, ??? ??? ???
so ??? and hit the pad ??? play some elden ring
??????
??????
i just someone to love me, y’all, you guys are bullies
i could make the f*ckers proud if they be readin’ me fully
guess i’ll never be good enough, so i’ll stay a g
??????, drinking long island iced tea
[hook]
can’t help feelin’ like i’m sh*tting out money
can’t help dealin’ with the haters, what they want from me?
doesn’t matter ‘cause i’m rich thug and got honies
hand me the glock, ‘cause i’m sh*tting out money
can’t help feelin’ like i’m sh*tting on haters
first, i was robbed, drama kid, then a skater (sk8r boi!)
my favourite dish is probably steak and potaters
hand me the glock, ‘cause i’m sh*tting on haters
[verse 2]
whatchu lookin’ at?
rat boy, ???
mobbin’ with the deadbeats
??????
club banger, 420 69, f*ck you!
f*ck a ?????? and f*ck a f*ckin’ rhyme, too
these rappers say they heard of me, i ain’t heard of you
get the f*ck up out my f*ckin’ face before i murder you
they’re someone else’s lyrics, now i can’t monetize
but i make fat stacks anyway, so f*ck them guys
??????
whatchu gonna do, haters? i’m on top of the world
i don’t gotta be a ??????
go ahead and let this motherf*ckin’ red carpet unfurl
came here to do a thing, b*tch, i’m here to rap
not to make music ‘cause see, it’s a lifestyle, sonny boy
ring*ding*ding (ring*ding*ding!)
only smokin’ ??? ladies, girls, gimme a ping
i wanna gimme a ??????
what’s that? you think i’m sayin’ ‘f*ck you’ too much?
think i’m getting away, do you ?????? and get censored as such?
f*ck that, every time i say ‘f*ck’, it gives me power
it’s time for my money shower
make it rain
[hook]
can’t help feelin’ like i’m sh*tting out money
can’t help dealin’ with the haters, what they want from me?
doesn’t matter ‘cause i’m rich thug and got honies
hand me the glock, ‘cause i’m sh*tting out money
can’t help feelin’ like i’m sh*tting on haters
first, i was robbed, drama kid, then a skater (sk8r boi!)
my favourite dish is probably steak and potaters
hand me the glock, ‘cause i’m sh*tting on haters
[outro]
yeah, that’s right
that’s what i thought!
calvin on the mic
i never give up
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