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letra de money - mago the guy

[verse]
i’m not broke, i’m just sick
blow more smoke
got flame then hose it
career level flows, y’all start to notice
when i get asked if i’m who wrote this
i wrote this just for sh-ts, i’m hopeless
i hope jay think i’m cool and close it
i hope ye think i’m smart and let me
implant my thought, create like i.d
and i.d.k what i’m trying to reach
ain’t from harlem, but i can still preach
let the words hit, got blood on the leaves
blood on my sleeves as i squeeze
why yes
i’m obsessed with that s on my chest
i’m a criminal
mask your subliminal and turn you to a mess
i make paper and cheques
hard work got me this sh-t
ego-s-d-stic and come for your neck
44 mans was beaking
caught them all sleeping, woke with a demon
no meaning
cut them off, now i’m fiending
lost in the feeling
trap trap, decieving
my dealings got caught up in the system
young mann p-ssed them off, now they listen
i glisten like gold that i’m p-ssing
y’all still tripping over shots that you’re missing
got that on lock cause my money’s up
got my bunnies up, jumping over being broke
i’m trying to get my tommy up
that’s why they all say, “young money made that”
i got my fate back, but y’all couldn’t say that
way back in the days when we prayed that
she’d give me brain back
hah, got my brain back
same life, same living, still with the same cats
mago on a roll, young boy brought the place back

[hook]
sick money
quick money
death money
live money
hit money
trip, turn around, make it flip money
my money
high money
your money
so funny
i did a trick, make them all lose they sh-t money
sick money
quick money
death money
live money
hit
trip, turn around, make it flip money
my money
high money
your money
so funny
i did a trick, make them all lose they sh-t money

- mago the guy

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