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letra de money i got - johnny cinco

[intro]
(m-m-money)
yeah
yeah
popi
n-ggas know what’s goin’ on
yeah
they know what’s goin’
yeah
yeah, they they know what’s goin’
yeah

[verse 1]
we ain’t gotta talk ’bout money
we ain’t gotta talk ’bout the hoes
we ain’t gotta talk ’bout the prices, yeah
we ain’t gotta talk ’bout the shows
when i walked in, i already piped
when i got the top, i folded
when i got a plug, got the whole hood right
when i got top, i lowered it
i got the trap beatin’
came through the backstreets speedin’
not a trackhawk, this stingray
i pop sh-t for no reason
i ain’t put a rollie on in three months, n-gga, this an audemars season, yеah
i ain’t spend nothin’ in the last three months (yeah), i could put an m out еasy
trap or die like jeezy, yeah
never turn my back on my people
i bust an m, not equal
broke-ass n-gga, i don’t see you
broke-ass n-gga, can’t see me
n-ggas go broke tryna me
stole my whole style, need to free me
gotta do it twice, they repeat
[chorus]
why is you hatin’?
why is you mad?
puttin’ this sh-t in they face, yeah
they tryna figure me out
they heard that i’m havin’ my way, yeah
worry ’bout the money i got
worry ’bout the house, worry ’bout the money i got
why is you worried ’bout the chain?
why is you worried ’bout my wrist?
why is you worried ’bout the things i did?
why is you worried ’bout the lil’ bitty b-tch?
i cannot stand this lil’ bitty ho, i can’t stand this b-tch
i swear i can’t stand this lil’ bitty ho, i cannot stand this b-tch

[verse 2]
shh
why are they mad? why are they hatin’?
i’m gettin’ money, i’m havin’ cake
them n-ggas broke, they cannot relate
they know it’s my time, they gotta wait
put a n-gga down, look at they face
you want a pound, you want an eight
i’m out of town, i gotta skate
i got a bad lil’ b-tch with no waist
beat the b-tch down, paint on her face
i gotta leave, i know she hate
i’m in the double-r doin’ the race
i’m on the way right to that pape’
i go crazy on wagyu steak
red bottoms, n-gga, ho, i ain’t no fake
big old house with a big old gate
i came through, i got hundreds
i got hundreds, b-tch, i got blues
thank the big man every day
young n-gga blessed up like achoo
i got bad hoes runnin’ ’round marble floors, tiffany ain’t wear no shoes
i was stayin’ down for this way before, how the h-ll i’m gon’ lose?
[chorus]
why is you hatin’?
why is you mad?
puttin’ this sh-t in they face, yeah
they tryna figure me out
they heard that i’m havin’ my way, yeah
worry ’bout the money i got
worry ’bout the house, worry ’bout the money i got
why is you worried ’bout the chain?
why is you worried ’bout my wrist?
why is you worried ’bout the things i did?
why is you worried ’bout the lil’ bitty b-tch?
i cannot stand this lil’ bitty ho, i can’t stand this b-tch
i swear i can’t stand this lil’ bitty ho, i cannot stand this b-tch

[outro]
(m-m-money)

- johnny cinco

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