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letra de ​money attire - dcth4g

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[intro]
(hoodrich)

[chorus]
yeah, i’m with the gang and they really be ridin
don’t know why he talkin’, don’t know why he cryin
pull up with that chop’ and we sendin’ him flyin
said he gon’ pop, but i know he a liar
i’m countin’ that guap till my fingers get tired
got black on the whip, i got black on the tires
just money up on me, got money attire (hoodrich)
you said that you fly, but i know that i’m flyer
all these racks, know i’m ballin’, i feel like the niners
say you got you some racks, but i know that they minor
yeah, i got me some girls and you know that they finer
got that chop’ it’s gon’ eat, like it’s up in the diner
pockets so big, i call em’ scott steiner
diamonds so wеt, they don’t go in the dryer
yеah, that chop’ got em’ runnin’, he look like a lion (hoodrich, b-tch)

[verse 1]
yeah, i hop out the crib and they say that i’m stylin
diamonds my grill, i cannot stop smilin’
the gang in the back and i’m really gon’ dial em’
said he played with my gang and that dude really wildin
mess with the gang and that dude, he insane
got that chop in the back, and it go to the brain
got the glock in the back and it’s really gon’ bang
yeah, my diamonds so soaked that i’m makin’ it rain
yeah, we send him to h-ll, i feel like i’m kane
i walk with a mask and i feel like i’m bane
if he play with the gang, he gon’ feel all this pain
i done copped me the lamb and i copped me the range
all these diamonds up on me just like johnny dang
gotta wash my lil’ shirt, cause i caught me a stain
tryna shoot at us boy, you ain’t got no aim
when i walk out the crib, i ain’t playin’ no games
when i hop out the crib, i ain’t messin’ around
yeah, that chop’ really loud, you gon’ hear all these sounds
yeah, he think that he fly, he wan’ come to the sky, he wan’ play with my guys, he get put in the ground
think you better than me, lil’ bruh, you a clown
he ain’t gettin’ no racks, yeah, that dude finna frown
i’ma sit at the throne, i’ma need me a crown
all this money up on me when i’m in the town, bop
[chorus]
yeah, i’m with the gang and they really be ridin
don’t know why he talkin’, don’t know why he cryin
pull up with that chop’ and we sendin’ him flyin
said he gon’ pop, but i know he a liar
i’m countin’ that guap till my fingers get tired
got black on the whip, i got black on the tires
just money up on me, got money attire (hoodrich)
you said that you fly, but i know that i’m flyer
all these racks, know i’m ballin’, i feel like the niners
say you got you some racks, but i know that they minor
yeah, i got me some girls and you know that they finer
got that chop’ it’s gon’ eat, like it’s up in the diner
pockets so big, i call em’ scott steiner
diamonds so wet, they don’t go in the dryer
yeah, that chop’ got em’ runnin’, he look like a lion

[outro]
(gangsta grizill)

yeah, step out the crib, got some money attire
step out the crib, got some money uh, uh
step out the crib, got some money attire
step out the crib, got some money uh, uh
step out the crib, got some money attire
step out the crib, got some money

- dcth4g

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