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letra de big money - chubby jesus

(you can keep your marxist ways, for it’s only just a phase
money, money, money makes the world go round)

[verse 1: jbigz]

money make a dude crazy, (money)
broke as sh-t, i’m still brazy, (ha)
other rappers fugazi, (ur g-y!)
i’m still f-ckin on the daily

deposit the check, then i’m on to the next
and she askin me where is the debt
in the business i’m running i’m gunning
i’m movin a million in bills that’s a bet, that’s crazy

take her flower, i’m a daisy
freestylin, like i’m jp (jp!)

[verse 2: big jp]

h-llo my name is jp i might hit yo ass up
with this m-th- f-ckin
choppa yoppa n-gga talking proper
i pull up with the choppa stain

n-gga stop talking to me you is a lame
i might pull up and leave the scene like la flame
this is gas no this sh-t not no reggie maine

n-gga talking sh-t he can get hit with lights
n-ggas talking that sh-t you know that i’m nice
ima f-ck on yo b-tch she get down for likes
n-gga taking that sh-t he get shot with pipes

i might pull up and f-ck on yo b-tch, she get down for the d-ck, n-gga talking that sh-t i’m right
n-ggas talking that funny sh-t money sh-t
i pull up with them dummy clips, dummy clips

[verse 3: chubby jesus]

i get to drink cuz i’m eighteen
my squad roll deep we the a-team
stop all that internet hating
i feel like i’m gettin faded

used to cop all the gs
now i’m goin to sleep
cuz i’m coppin triple zs
trappin out the suby
got yo b-tch in the back seat
and she showin me her ass cheeks
goin down on the back streets
f-ck all the cops yea beep beep

hittin the bong down the speedway
add a blunt now i’m delayed
at least a hunnid on the freeway
i’m catching the heat like d wade

[verse 4: xantheman]

i’m back in this game
cashing these sh-ts like i’m dolla dame
make your b-tch say, ooh i came
like a beast b-tch i can’t be tamed
i be drinking straight bottles
all these girls look like models
never mind look, she be walking with a waddle
holy sh-t i’m baked
is it just me or she got some cake
ass fat like a piece of steak
sh-t boy, we finna mate

[verse 5: big hemp]

f-ckin yo b-tch in the kitchen, got cum on the dishes
don’t want to say that i’m gifted, but this sh-t comes easy
what the f-ck you tryna tell me, b-tch i know you ain’t on nothing
got ice in my veins
looking like i’m bronny james
got yo b-tch suckin d-ck
knock yo t–th out yo lips
boy you know im the goat, i just want a lil throat
got a shiny new patek, but i’m askin what’s next
b-tch you know that i’m shiny, like a diamond in the lighting
man i’m done with this sh-t, i don’t even know what’s next

[verse 6: bobo]

trap is the industry
n0body mess with me
growing my funds, like i am a money tree
where did he go, i do not know
this motherf-cker cannot be no kin to me

creepin the party, spyin that ass
girl lookin naughty, take her to class
early morning, i be smoking that gas
pounds on me, like i’m catchin da bass

(money, money, money makes the (x3)
world go round)

- chubby jesus

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