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letra de fuckin' with my money - lil gin

[verse 1 (lil gin)]
i’m hangin’ in the backyard with women in the swimming pool
listenin’ to the marvin g-ye while smoking on a loose kool
my cellular’s jumpin’, so i pushed saying, “now who is this?”
another drug deal gone bad so now i’m p-ssed
i’m reaching for the .44 while parking up the ’95
lexus coupe while still talking on the phone to this lying b-tch
she constantly faking robbery, making me mad as f-ck though cause we was f-cking with some keys
and now i gotta think of something that’s really sneaky
the plan is the b-tches flip to give my dope to another pimp
cause playa hataz can be a b-tch for a n-gga
you never gon’ recognize until you’re ready to pull the trigger
“i got carjacked by some robbers” is what she’s telling me
i’m on my way to memphis drive, but i was flying
she’s just a fool, i hope she thinks i’m driving eight hours
i made it there in one and caught the b-tch in the shower
with another n-gga at the kitchen table chopping my dope
i grabbed the .44 and shot that b-tch in her throat
the n-gga that’s constantly running up out of my house, i’m steadily gunning
but not because we’re sweating that b-tch, he was f-cking with my money

[hook (lil gin, kingpin skinny pimp)]
-pop, pop, pop- when you’re f-cking with my money!
-pop, pop, pop- when you’re f-cking with my money!
-pop, pop, pop- when you’re f-cking with my money!
-pop, pop, pop- when you’re f-cking with my money!
[verse 2 (lil gin)]
fire the reefer up, grip my glock, walk up out the door
patting my pockets, fat as f-ck, meaning i’m out to rob a hoe
shoot that thang is in my mind, buckshots got out from behind
stomachs on the f-cking curb, n-ggas shaking, stop and slide
will i rob a ho? d-mn right, i’m jacking constantly
they gon’ drop this sh-t off fast, thinking imma blast rapidly
jump into a taxi cab with the pistol to the dome
murder got my conscious tested, “b-tch, just take me close to home”
hurt barely, swiftly jump up on my enemy
police right across the street, k!ll us thugs and gangstas, g
f-ck that route, you know i’m finna go to the liquor store, full of that dough
mugger-faced ho, one o’clock, roll up to a block, see if a n-gga springs to my door
lay me down, drunk as h-ll, everclear in my crib
full of crooks where i dwell, blow a p, funky smell
god d-mn playa, so many of my dawgs done crossed
the pistol whipping latch be broke, better hope that b-tch goes off

[verse 3 (kingpin skinny pimp)]
rule number one from the pimp: a b-tch calls no shots
running off her mouth, she’ll get her monkey-ass popped
a good pimp is sl!ck like a right boss
i put a charge to the train, money talks, then you pay the cost
every show i go, i got tonya selling screwin’
i tied her to the bed then i beat her with a broom
i’m never satisfied with the hoe’s duty
i took some hot sauce, poured it on my baby, thinking it stuck it through her booty
most of the big pimps snort coke through they nose
not me, i keep my head straight, i pop that corner and pull they hoes
they be switchin’, walking with that ass as the cars pass
roll your windows down! -whistles- time to make that cash
white trick paying up, they tricks are trouble
they always tryna make a house of a home, drive fast cover
b-tch, i want you to memorize everything that’s happening, run that sh-t down to me, get them crackheads outta yo face while you be working!
yeah b-tch, recognize paper’s thick, nationwide with yo twitch, charging tricks gets me rich
right now i’m in a mansion, a big pool and i said “what!”
i can’t believe it, this pimping ain’t no game of love
[outro (lil gin, kingpin skinny pimp)]
-pop, pop, pop- when you’re f-cking with my money!
-pop, pop, pop- when you’re f-cking with my money!
-pop, pop, pop- when you’re f-cking with my money!
-pop, pop, pop- when you’re f-cking with my money!

- lil gin

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