letra de money music - ayerp
[intro]
money
[hook]
maybe you was right about that hoe sh-t (you was right)
maybe i was wrong about that old news (skrrt, skrrt)
i feel like i’m trapped inside the old sh-t (skrrt, skrrt)
had nowhere to run and ain’t nowhere to go to
yeah i made a couple thousand off the pro tools (skrrr)
you did me bad i wish i never got to know you
i was saying i had b-tches, you had hoes too
yeah, knew i was the richest n-gga you had spoke to
[pre-chorus]
yeah, knew i was that realest n-gga that was gon’ hold you down for real (for real)
i just spent bout a hunnid’ thousand on my f-ckin’ smile for real
i was avoiding questions but i’m finna answer now
yes, i was inside the streets
yes, i was gon’ fyе’ that heat
[chorus]
yes, run up on ayerp i swеar to god you’ll lose ya’ t–th
yes, if you want buy that feat’ it’s 50 thousand for a lease
yes, i was just pushing that pedal so hard i’m scooting out my seat
yes, i was that same one in fl studio who made this beat (yeah, yeah)
(verse)
i’m ridin’ back in that g, young boy was hoppin’ out that v
we put that b-tton on that back, we put that p-ssy boy to sleep
boy i don’t got no enemies, ayerp just gon’ give that belt
he tried to do that sh-t to me, i swear i’ll send that boy to h-ll
i don’t think i need no partner, i walk sh-t down by myself
i’m a top dog ass n-gga, all my sh-t be ‘cross the shelf
give a f-ck ’bout what you sayin’, all these b-tches messy
b-tches act like n-ggas, n-ggas act like b-tches
what’s the question?
i keep smith and wesson’s, n-ggas tryna’ run up i’ll flip the wesson
beat a n-gga ass like it was tekken, if i call lil’ bro he’ll shoot the vector
slide down on that f-ckin’ scat, not no 392, this b-tch a shaker (shaker)
and i keep that arp, if i get too mad it manage anger
put his ass up like it’s a hanger, f-ck with me that’s suicide
you can find them snakes for real if you look in between the lines
i could give a f-ck about a nat hoe ‘cuz all they do is lie
n-gga tried to sell me that lil’ ghost, i want a fisher five
catch me a homicide, f-ck ’round catch me a homicide
you can not be ’round here lil’ b-tch, you be on that other side
and just like my f-ckin’ za, we gon’ send his lil’ ass high
i just keep that .45 try to run up b-tch you dying, yeah
[pre-chorus]
yeah, knew i was that realest n-gga that was gon’ hold you down for real (for real)
i just spent bout a hunnid’ thousand on my f-ckin’ smile for real
i was avoiding questions but i’m finna answer now
yes, i was inside the streets
yes, i was gon’ fye’ that heat
[chorus]
yes, run up on ayerp i swear to god you’ll lose ya’ t–th
yes, if you want buy that feat’ it’s 50 thousand for a lease
yes, i was just pushing that pedal so hard i’m scooting out my seat
yes, i was that same one in fl studio who made this beat (yes, yeah)
[outro]
(money)
(music)
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