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letra de money manifesto - dopetrackz

money in my veins
i need it like i’m anemic
million dollar visions i seen it

ball out like w-lly beaman
living my dream
pinch me i’m dreaming
life’s a b-tch and money make her c-m
so i keep her creaming
scared money make no money
ain’t nothing we fearing
cha-ching the sound of the money
that’s all that i’m hearing
dollar signs the sight of the money
that’s all i’m seeing
m’s, commas and bands
the slang that i’m speaking
rain, hail, sleet or snow
i get it whatever the season
watch your homies
cause they can be down for the treason
money the root of all evil
sh-t i pray i’m forgiven
if it ain’t about the lucci
man what the f-ck is you thinking

life is but a game so i play this b-tch to win
all i need in this life of sin
is my mother f-cking money
where my mother f-cking money?

c.o.d. the money
my call of duty
my life ain’t scripted but swear
the music like a movie
take a hit of this dope music
have you like pookie
high like cooley
fly like two three
k!ll you with two moves
checkmate your king like rudy
i spit in codes
hold up don’t lose me
straight to the top out the blue
they be like whose he
running circles round you lames
no shirt thuggin like bruce lee
getting paid to ride on tracks
call me suzuki
flow so funkdafied
like da brat and jermaine dupri
get me big houses fancy cars
and iced out jewelry
get it on my own you can’t sell me dreams
ain’t no fooling me

time is money and i ain’t got none to lose
get rich or die trying, so what you choose?
my, my, my, motherf-cking money
i want my motherf-cking money!

it’s just me and the lucci
i gives a f-ck about y’all
i’m just stacking these bands
till they taller than john wall
sitting on top world of the world
haters pray for the downfall
i ain’t worried at all
hit em up like pac did biggie smalls
in love with the lucci
like p-ssy, weed, alcohol
keep it moving like g-6
on flight i never stall
i ain’t slipping at all
man it’s win, lose no draw
you can hate on the grind
like silkk said “it ain’t my fault”
you got to crawl ‘fore you ball
i’m the sh-t plus the stall
i done paid my dues
they know bout me, who is y’all?
i been getting this lucci
since you was 4 feet tall
it’s n.e.p. forever
stand united never fall

obsessed with this money making, i got to get paid
billion dollar dreams on my grind, i’m wide awake
for that motherf-cking money
i want my motherf-cking money!

- dopetrackz

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