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letra de monyon - jgreen

[intro]
(f-f-frediie moore)

[refrain]
why would i sit up and hate on a n-gga when i can go get on my own?
i done pulled out the racks, i done ran up the sack and then now they gon’ look at me grown (facts)
i don’t be havin’ no patience for n-ggas that’s why i don’t pick up the phone (no, no)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the bag, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cash then n-gga just leave me alone (let’s go)

[verse 1]
i be f-ckin’ hoes in different states, lil’ n-gga i’m never home
when i got my bag i dropped that weight, i did it on my own
bust down rolex or the iced patek gotta choose one, i don’t know
givenchy set with a new dress set, young n-gga i got the most

[chorus]
i need that money, that monyon (yeah)
i need them hundreds (yeah)
i need that money, that monyon (yeah, yeah)
i need them hundreds (yeah)
i need that money, that monyon (yeah, yeah)
i need them hundreds (yeah)
i need that money, that monyon (yeah, yeah)
i need them hundreds

[verse 2]
ain’t f-ckin’ with no basic b-tch, ’cause a basic b-tch ain’t sh-t (woo)
you all into that basic sh-t so basically ain’t sh-t (woo)
i pay my lawyer for all my cases, judge try to make me sick (woo)
i’ma leave the courthouse with a [?](1:10) blueface, tell the judge to suck my d-ck (woo)
standing in the kitchen now they wondering who the realest (let’s go)
the birdhouse it got pigeons but i remixed all them hits (no, no, no)
i went and bought amiri’s then the armarni jeans, fifty racks spent (racks)
went to the jeweler, spend it all, ’cause fifty racks really ain’t sh-t (straight)
[chorus]
i need that money, that monyon (yeah, yeah)
i need them hundreds (yeah)
i need that money, that monyon (yeah, yeah)
i need them hundreds (yeah)
i need that money, that monyon (skrrt, skrrt)
i need them hundreds (let’s go)
i need that money, that monyon (yeah)
i need them hundreds (yeah, yeah)

[refrain]
why would i sit up and hate on a n-gga when i can go get on my own? (woo)
i done pulled out the racks, i done ran up the sack and then now they gon’ look at me grown (woo)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the bag, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cash then n-gga just leave me alone (woo)

- jgreen

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