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letra de lil muney flow - kevo muney

[verse]
i can never talk about the sh-t that i did (nah)
baby, n0body gon’ f-ck with the kid (kid)
money, money, 50k on my wrist, i hadn’t made it ’til y’all was rich (y’all rich)
money, money, i got ninety on my neck, she want to tat my name on her neck
these n-ggas be wanna argue, but i don’t really wanna talk (nah) if ain’t ’bout a check
tell me what happened, these n-ggas just cappin’, they mad ’cause i making this money off rapping (money off rapping)
money, money, money, make it happen, hold up a three like i’m ai iris
i know a n-gga made a million off trapping, locked up wishing it never happened
that’s why lil muney just focused on the tag (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i know how to scrub the field, tell me ’bout it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
sleeping in the same room with everybody (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ain’t no me time, you can’t be private
don’t say too much, be quiet, b-tch, i thought i told you, “be quiet”
i don’t need no hard hat (nah), b-tch, i don’t need no bald head (nah)
b-tch, i don’t even need all that sh-t (swear to god)
huh, what the f-ck you thought this was? (what the f-ck you thought this was?)
ridin’ double r, b-tch, i’m really rich (yeah)
in the club, pass the bucket to richey rich (yeah)
just me, threw me the same thing, money, money, that’s my last name
twenty-one, feel like i’m born again, you know i’m a god but i still sin
that be bad, yeah, she a ten
d, they catch us a family friend (nah)
double cup full of that medicine (medicine)
tell that b-tch she gotta bring your friend (yeah), them hoes at the door, i’ma let ’em in (yeah)
hurt so many times, i gotta win (yeah)
ain’t n0body like me in this world, i might never ever find a friend (find a friend)
these n-ggas lame, b-tch, i’m a man
i don’t complain, take one to the chin (yeah)
i don’t mind taking one for the team, i don’t mind taking one for the squad
all i ever knew was south memphis, on god (yeah)
i do not mind, take one for the guys
stevie stevie won a ribbon in the sky, hustlin’, strugglin’ to get by
from the city, b-tch, you blessed to make it out
play with me, b-tch, i’ma show you somethin’ (yeah)
lil muney, i be thumbin’ through this money, my young n-ggas slide like there’s no runnin’ (yeah)
b-tch, you know it all, but you don’t know nothin’
wipe your nose, you’d your nose running
i only f-ck with bad b-tches, i’m allergic to junkie hoes (to junkie hoes)
i only f-ck with real choppers, n-gga can get a hundred souls (souls)
healthy, eating on a money salad, f-ck with these n-ggas, move in silence (yeah)
i got that sack and i ain’t even have to tattle (yeah)
i don’t tussle, i don’t even like to wrestle (nah)
i love god, but i don’t like the pastor
i love music, but i don’t love the rappers
and i don’t even need no rap friends, i really think i’ll go without ’em
[outro]
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, i don’t need a friend
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, i don’t need a friend
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, i don’t need a friend
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, i don’t need a friend

- kevo muney

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