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letra de cutty - heebzstreet

[intro]
we out in the studio right now man
and we putting something together for y’all
it go like this, look

[hook]
if you needa talk, ima need to go
it ain’t about the guap? i don’t needa know
i don’t need the love, i don’t need the hoes
i don’t need the drugs, i just need the dough!
i’m like, yeah i get cutty, yeah i get cutty
but doubt that we’re the same
all i think about is money
i’m like, yeah i get cutty, yeah i get cutty
but doubt that we’re the same
all i think about is money (ayyyy)

[verse 1: heebzstreet]
looking clean feeling like a boss
start a company build it up like microsoft
you think you grindin sl!ck? you more than kinda wrong
you want your money quick, i want my money long (uh)
b-tch i’m talking mississipi
i be rapping to these beats and smoking weed like i’m a hippie
homie i be chasing cream so why you feel like messin with me?
you know your rapping stinks and drink until you think your fifty
you ain’t all that, fall back, where you get your gaul at?
i could put a price up on your head like it’s a ball cap
i don’t think its nothing think i’m bluffing better call that
i could end your world and hit your girl then neva call back
uh, i don’t need no wh0r- to own me
i just f-ck em, then im back up on my vito coreleone
homie i be wit the purp i’m getting hurt, they call me kobe
don’t show me all your work i’m not a jerk but you don’t know me so

[hook]

[verse 2: ak]
life’s a book you just got to flip the page
them haters changed up, but a n-gga stayed the same
all your idols frauds i heard they be renting chains
bag a lot of dimes but we never carry change
with plan b we don’t really give a f-ck
shine bright headlights on a semi truck
puffing marijuana we ain’t with all that drama
got your girl i’m rubbing on her, and that p-ssy like nirvana
beat it up all day hard like lebron james
man f-ck these lames we can never be the same
all i want is the money all you people keep the fame
i wanna whip them foreign things, and rock diamond rings
we got one life to live, you can never get a sequel
your swag is sugar sweet, we can never be equal
(uhh) on the come up from the gutter
i don’t owe you hoes nothing, muhf-cka did i stutter?

[hook]

- heebzstreet

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