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letra de play money fdo remix - gmoneydt

[intro]
8th street
yeah
huh

[verse]
two hundred thousand, that’s play money, that sh-t ain’t nothin’, blow that with a smirk
don’t cuff on these model b-tches off of instagram, they eat d-ck, they don’t even flirt
been up for three months, i’m blowin’ this money, i’m livin’ like it’s still my first
i got ten trucks in my hood, no bulletproof doors ’cause we shooting first
already rich, i don’t plan on signing, they pay for a tape, money going to them chops
freak b-tch, she want d-ck in her mouth
she a freaky lil’ b-tch, got a house on the block
every benz i crashed i left ’em alone, got a new one, this fresh off the lot
old one, it ain’t go to the shop
new b-tch ’cause my old one a thot, yeah, yeah
huh, crazy, pass me that switch
your n-gga can’t hang, that n-gga a b-tch
free brother on them trips, he sick
it’s too many shots, how i’ma miss?
how i’ma miss? i’m on foot with this b-tch
after i’m done i blow money in fifth
i can’t f-ck with these rap n-ggas ’cause all of these rap n-ggas be fake
went on stage, sold-out dates
under moncler puffer my k
could’ve went tatted a bullet, instead, went and got the block number on my face
when i get pulled over, they be bringin’ the bodies, they know who shot him in the face
i just blew a hundred this and last, if i’m lyin’, i could lay on my back
did him like ricky, yeah, shots to the back
free blue and blood, how he ain’t got it back?
freak b-tch givin’ head in the back
we in the front, but this a ‘bach
maybach, i could lay and relax
but i’d rather dog this b-tch like this a scat
i went bustdown my wrist for all of them days that i can’t get back
mama know that her son really that
my brother seen me jump out and do that
i can’t settle for a b-tch who bummy
i just gotta laugh, i ain’t goin’ for that
the judge gave me a sentence, they talkin’ ’bout years, before i got up, had to laugh, huh

- gmoneydt

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