letra de money speaks alone (m.s.a.) - bravioso
[intro]
haha
two
strictly for the fans
money speaks alone my n-gga
on me!
oso!
[verse: bravioso]
if the money solve problems n-gga, put me on the list
if the money keep talking n-gga, i am all ears
if the night strikes the full moon, i show you what to fear
clear vision like a mirror, skies the limit when you here
og in the air, money coming cause i hustle hard
my gun bite with a roar like a muscle car
im pimping b-tches, if you listen you can play the part
i ain’t hearing sh-t give me 10 on that blvd
counting dirty money, only star with that odor
gotta baby face but i f-ck’em like im older
real g sh-t, my money moving like a ski slope
bad b-tches in the whip that only f-ck with green dope
[hook: bravioso]
im sitting on a level that you n-ggas can’t reach
if the money keep talking im listen to it preach
money, money, money dreams of hundred dollar bills
that ice on that pinky ring will give yo b-tch chills
well i gotta stay, i stay on my grind
why im sparking cali bud on top of the sky
follow me home, if you know how to fly
im on fire like the sun and my future looking brighter
[verse: bravioso]
my n-gga, told yawl
verse 2, oso!
one, two, three, doobies on four
cruising cali, lighting dro
on 5 i’ll probably overdose, furthermore
oso the sh-t, like a royal flush
choke on the kush make a n-gga flow tough
came in this b-tch like they dont want none
im on one till my eyes get low, b-tch
smoke, smoke, smoke
till i can’t inhale no more, og kush or the valley dro
getting blowed with them valley hoes
antlers off the antelope, pause, now that was dope
zig zags rolled with hash and dope
used to spend my last in hopes to smoke
now my shows is paying doe
smoking do-do just to gloat
screaming out i love the poor, westside i rise out the mud
moms on a n-gga back mad because im blowing drugs
plotting on the future while im waking baking sticky buds
fails to realize, the price of life the way you brought up
im trying to defy the odds of life
with the weight of the world on my shoulders
i ain’t gone stop, b-tch its eighty-eight
feel the nations rage, yawl can’t hold us
im sittin
[hook: bravioso]
im sitting on a level that you n-ggas can’t reach
if the money keep talking im listen to it preach
money, money, money dreams of hundred dollar bills
that ice on that pinky ring will give yo b-tch chills
well i gotta stay, i stay on my grind
why im sparking cali bud on top of the sky
follow me home, if you know how to fly
im on fire like the sun and my future looking brighter
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