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letra de make alotta money - luh tyler

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[intro]
yeah, n-gga, ayy

[chorus]
yeah, ayy (gang, gang)
young n-gga make a lot of money (yeah, you know we make a lot of money over here, you know)
yeah, yeah, ayy
keep a pretty b-tch in case sh-t get ugly
yeah, n-gga, gang, ayy (yeah)
i know all my n-ggas ridin’ for me, yeah (everyone around here ridin’ for me, on god)
ayy, n-gga, no cap, yeah
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’ (yeah)

[verse]
watch me turn nothin’ to somethin’
open up my pocket and i stuffed it
can’t have one ho, i need a couple (need a couple)
got a fifty ball in this duffle (yeah)
when my n-ggas ran into some trouble, they hop get to… (yeah)
baby, i ain’t come to cuddle
i got a bag, made another, then bought a chain for my brother
i’m tryna f-ck, why you think i got your number? (ugh)
i’ma grind the whole winter, then i’ma pop sh-t the whole summer
all this dog sh-t, i need a plumber (dog sh-t)
heard you went broke, that’s a bummer, lil’ n-gga get your money up
bad b-tch got her tummy tucked (ooh)
hundred thou’ on my kit, fifty bands, that ain’t nothin’ to us (ain’t nothin’ to us)
that b-tch easy, she wasn’t nothin’ to bust (she wasn’t nothin’ to bust)
she tryna argue… i don’t wanna fuss (b-tch)
all i wanna do is just run it up, i need all my n-ggas like a hundred up
them n-ggas used to dap me, now they stop to say i’m comin’ up
all my pockets stuffed, i got plenty bucks (n-gga, yeah)
n-ggas hatin’, sh-t, i couldn’t give a f-ck (on god)
when i’m tryna f-ck, only time that i hit her up (yeah, yeah)
i ran my digits up, bad b-tch but it ain’t big enough (on god, n-gga)
[chorus]
yeah, ayy
young n-gga make a lot of money (yeah, ayy)
ayy, ayy (you know we make a lot of money over here, n-gga)
keep a pretty b-tch in case sh-t get ugly (yeah, ayy)
yeah, n-gga, no cap, gang, yeah (you know i always keep a pretty b-tch, n-gga)
all the bad b-tches say they love me (all the bad b-tches love me)
yeah, n-gga, (gang) gang (yeah)
all the bad b-tches wanna f-ck me

[verse 2]
brought his ho ’round the gang, got his b-tch hit
vvs’ on me, got my wrist lit
brodie keep a stick, i wouldn’t risk it
she don’t need no bbl, she some thick sh-t (ugh)
i just made a check on some quick sh-t
grind forever, i can’t quit, b-tch (on god)

[chorus]
yeah, ayy, skii (yeah)
young n-gga make a lot of money (yeah, i make a lot of money)
yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (ayy)
keep a pretty b-tch in case sh-t get ugly (in case this sh-t get ugly)
yeah, n-gga, gang, ayy, ayy (yeah)
i know all my n-ggas ridin’ for me, yeah (yeah, i know they ridin’ for me)
ayy, n-gga, no cap (on god, b-tch)
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’ (got my n-gga’s trap jumpin’)
[outro]
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’
ayy
young n-gga make a lot of money
yeah, ayy, yeah
all the bad b-tches say they love me, yeah
gang, ayy
all the bad b-tches wanna f-ck me (skii)

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