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letra de print this money - aoc obama

[intro: aoc obama]
free my n-gg- beans, rest in peace jason
i’ma ball hard on these f-ck n-gg-s hatin’
sixty on the watch, four hundred on the crib
cut your music down, there’s white people where i live
seventy on the chain, ‘nother hundred in the sprinter
ridin’ through the city with them racks in the middle
baby, you a trophy, need to be with a winner
b-tch, i sold chickens, your n-gg- a chicken dinner, let’s go

[verse 1: aoc obama]
i got twenty-five straps on my dresser
and if your n-gg- play he gon’ get sprayed
and if i fly you to my city and you jump in my whip
best believe, girl, we gon’ get laid
man, i’m tired of you rap n-gg-s
n-gg-s should’ve been at n-gg-s
n-gg-s get a deal and start actin’ like trap n-gg-s
cap n-gg-s
6ix9ine, snitch rat n-gg-s
my n-gg-s still drug deal, k!ll, kidnap n-gg-s
i’m on the road
my n-gg- just bought two hundred bows
we at the front row of the super bowl
my neck, ear, ring, wrist froze
i swear to god i pimped a hundred hoes
and i wanna pimp a hundred more
shut up, n-gg-, ’cause we know you broke
just cashed five hundred bags of exotic, we want all the smoke
b-tch better bring me all the dough
need to speed that sh-t up, what you mean that the trap is slow?

[chorus: aoc obama]
as long as they stay printin’ this money
you know a n-gg- gon’ stay gettin’ this money, ayy
my b-tch think i got a money tree
she think a n-gg- be sh-ttin’ this money
as long as they stay printin’ this money
you know a n-gg- gon’ stay gettin’ this money, ayy
my b-tch think i got a money tree
she think a n-gg- be sh-ttin’ this money

[verse 2: sada baby]
jewelry on with a hundred thousand dollar kind
b-tches tryna suck on this d-ck ’cause my diamonds shine
you n-gg-s ain’t eatin’, look like you fastin’ for ramadan
chopper speakin’ michael jackson, mama-say, ma-ma-ko-ssa
million dollars, we’ll drop your mama, hit up aoc obama
pop your collar, with this brand new glock up we gon’ solve the problem
made a bool fifty thousand f-ckin’ up the road
then turned around, made a dub, f-cked it up to go
lift that drake on that n-gg-, f-cked it up his soul
i got them ropes ’round my neck, doubled up and froze
they print that money just for me and my sh-t don’t fold
i got new money from last year and it still ain’t old
that bag lookin’ like a bad b-tch, beyonce knowles
bands put up for my n-gg-s in prison, the ones ain’t told
i can use this cheese to get you gone or put you on your toe
i can put this sh-t up in your pocket or put it on your dome

[verse 3: aoc obama]
back to the trap where it started
x block, glenwood, n-gg- ’bout to get r-t-rded
throw the hood up high in each one of my pictures
real n-gg-s f-ck with me, k!ll all the sneak dissers
told gary make my kick, quit all that procrastinating
got three hundred thousand on the table, n-gg-, why you waitin’?
fur coats in the winter, drop tops when it’s sunny
b-tch, i think i’m jbo, i’m gettin’ bmf money
in prison in ohio, smokin’ out the bible
now i’m in atlanta, n-gg- goin’ mc hammer
f-ckin’ thirty dancers from magic to cheetah
if we can’t get no money, b-tch, i’m gon’ leave you
i’ll buy you some sneakers, that’s about it
what the f-ck you expect? b-tch, i’m a pimp
blood swear and tears that i put in this sh-t
and if you matchin’ my hustle, you can get what i get, period

[outro]
big aoc
beatgang

- aoc obama

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