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letra de money over bitches - christi

[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b-tches
your b-tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n-gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit-list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n-ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

{verse 1]
hold up
yeah i left that b-tch she wasn’t acting right
told that b-tch i need my sp-ce like a satellite
n-gga diss me or my n-ggas he gonna die tonight
i’m a big flame, n-gga you a candlelight
money over b-tches n-gga till my life is over
i don’t got no feelings told that b-tch that i’m a soldier
she asked if i love her had to ask if she was sober
n-gga i’ve been built to get the paper like a folder
get the cash, chase a bag
milli on me i don’t even need to brag
cashing out and i don’t even check the tag
take his b-tch yeah i leave that n-gga sad
say she like my vibe, yeah she say she like my energy
i be getting money that’s why all these n-ggas envy me
i be balling n-gga so you know that i’m the mvp
n-gga i’m the greatest like the n-gga wearing 23
[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b-tches
your b-tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n-gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit-list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n-ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

[verse 2]
ok pull up in designer
all my money major n-gga all your money minor
forgot i was the greatest, pull the cash out and remind her
all these n-ggas fake they’ll sell you out for some v-g-n-
he say he a k!ller but i know that boy a liar
get the ak, push a n-gga back like a recliner
young n-gga rapping n-gga all my tracks are fire
ain’t no competition you other n-ggas should retire
y’all n-ggas expired
stack it up, i get the cash and i stack it up
trying to keep up with my pace you ain’t fast enough
you’ll get shot up in your head you keep acting tough
too many b-tches in my car they be lapping up
i got 12 b-tches sitting in the v12
keep a strap across my shoulder like a seat-belt
my n-ggas demons, if you test us you gonna see h-ll
get the money by myself i don’t need help
[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b-tches
your b-tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n-gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit-list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n-ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

- christi

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