letra de million dolla thoughts 2 - allstar jr
[intro]
(welcome to get a bag records)
(chill going crazy)
(look out, veno)
(veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients)
(let’s get a bag)
[chorus]
show me the money, you can’t show me no love
n-gga, i used to wash my clothes in the tub
my hands tired, i can’t throw you a slug
n-gga, i used to wash my clothes in the tub
show me the money, you can’t show me no love
n-gga, i used to wash my clothes in the tub
my hands tired, i can’t throw you a slug
n-gga, i used to wash my clothes in the— ha, ha
[verse]
ayy, i took my two to the head like they was two to the leg
you ain’t get the job done, boy, you stupid as h-ll
in the ‘spital thinkin’, “f-ck i’m finna do with a friend?
where i’m goin’ when i bounce back, the booth or the feds?”
seen so many hams get on and blow the chicken
if i catch a body, my n-gga gon’ blow the witness
love my n-gga mitch, we been out here on them missions
n-ggas throwin’ ones, i’m the one, so i’m throwin’ fifties
you never made contact, bro, you just a contact
taggin’ three hoes that live in the same complex
besides that, it’s combat, spin ’round with chopsticks
flip a n-gga, comcast, dropped so many slidin’ past
trappin’ on the mainline soon as this ‘caine dry
when my n-gga kane died, i knew it was game time
blues leave a n-gga bl–dy, i ain’t throwin’ gang signs
fin put you in the air with zach lavine hangtime
tapped in, get my strap in, grabbin’ the backend
te-te love a n-gga, you think i’m f-ckin’ a crackhead?
nothin’ for a n-gga, your pockets’ll make you have friends
then they get to beggin’, these n-ggas worse than the crackheads
i don’t be in n-ggas’ faces, got my own zone
got some p’s yesterday, them b-tches long gone
bro like et in the joint, he wanna phone home
they in the field throwin’ bullets, my n-gga, go long
thug preacher, don’t love ’til the love even
love leavin’, n-ggas hate when the love need ’em
blood leakin’, cuz hit, blood screamin’
hear him loud and clear, k louder than club speakers
n-ggas tryna get into it, they ain’t been gettin’ to it
get a phone, get to groovin’, boy, i got some sh-t that’s boomin’
i’m puttin’ money on any human, you n-ggas stupid
spendin’ money ain’t get to coochie, n-ggas be losers
miami nights, i’m with your ho, miami lights, i’m blowin’ smoke
miami vice, boy, you the folks, this street sh-t ain’t no joke
i turn one circle into four, miami ice, get on that coke
keep a rifle on that floor if you got ice around, just know
’cause now these lil’ hoes be like, “let’s get lit with this n-gga
neck fl!ck on this n-gga, couple bricks for his glitter”
come raw dog, probably’ll bill on this n-gga
when that switch hit six n-ggas, it ain’t sh-t to split, n-gga
[chorus]
show me the money, you can’t show me no love
n-gga, i used to wash my clothes in the tub
my hands tired, i can’t throw you a slug
n-gga, i used to wash my clothes in the tub
show me the money, you can’t show me no love
n-gga, i used to wash my clothes in the tub
my hands tired, i can’t throw you a slug
n-gga, i used to wash my clothes in the— ha, ha
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