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letra de money neat - lil hotb

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check, check, check, check, check, yeah, and there we go
hey, y’all, turn it down right quick
yeah, i’ve been chillin, gettin’ high with the gang
this sh-t on my hip, knock out your brains

i be ballin, goin’ hard in the paint
we makin’ plays like a new orleans saint
treat my go-yard bag like the bank
this a foreign push the b-tton, it clank

money neat, but i’m smokin’ on stank
hit em up, give a f-ck bout his rank
double cup, i’m in love with the drank
say he get money, really, he ain’t

i be gettin’ money to heal the pain
b-tch suckin’ me like she got fangs
masked up with that flame like caine
can’t be broke, these n-ggas insane

she a ten, but sniffin’ cocaine
mouth closed, don’t tell what you saw
bought one watch, cost two, three cars
yeah, i just poured a four or a five in the mall

spent six, seven racks on some ugly-ass marni
yeah, at least every day, i pour me a eight
give my baby nine, i keep it on my waist
yeah, ten toes down, put that sh-t in they face
glizock be that n-gga they love and hate
i’m just chillin, gettin’ high with the gang
this sh-t on my hip, knock out your brains

i be ballin, goin’ hard in the paint
we makin’ plays like a new orleans saint
treat my go yard bag like the bank
this a foreign push the b-tton, it crank

money neat, but i’m smokin’ on stank
hit em up, give a f-ck about his rank
send him up, yeah, make a delivery
pink diamonds look like drank

got a rock on my pinky, yeah
go get the money, wise words from flippa
go get the money, wise words from dolph
on god

i’m a player, i’m playin’ my part
say she love me, but she in the dark
tired of playing, but she into darts
she tryin’ to stick a n-gga break her heart

i ain’t got no time for games
lil baby been into the lanes
want me to put her in the rolls
so i can take all of her pain but
i’m just chillin, gettin’ high with the gang
this sh-t on my hip, knock out your brains
i be ballin, goin’ hard in the paint

makin plays like a new orleans saint
treat my go-yard bag like the bank
this a foreign, push the b-tton, it clank
money neat, but i’m smokin’ on stank
hit em up, give a f-ck about his rank

double cup, i’m in love with the drank
say he get money, really he ain’t
i be gettin’ money to heal the pain
this b-tch suckin’ me like she got fangs

masked up with that flame like caine
can’t be broke, these n-ggas insane
she a ten, but sniffin’ cocaine

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