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letra de i need more money - max b

[intro]
uhh
boss don sh-t
four hors-m-n, yeah
grease
gain greene
see imma ride on you n-ggas

[chorus]
n-gga freeze put your hands in the sky
if you wondering why
n-gga you fittin’ to die (die)
we get the cash
put it up in the stash
200 plus on the dash
you see the roof in my eyes
i’m like boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
i need more money like
boo-ooo-ooo-ooo (need that money)
i-i need more money like
boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
i need more money like (got ’em grease)
i-i need more money right now

[verse 1]
n-gga we finna hit the gutter choke
chains packed, n-gga pick your garbage up
i can’t understand how people still f-ckin’ with this n-gga, he a b-tch
that p-ssy never did a bid, never hit a crib in his whole life
that n-gga steal loot
wanna double back
don’t touch him
that n-gga will shoot (pop-pop)
while you speaking, he’ll murder any b-tch
can’t a n-gga in no prison tell you i was a snitch (eh-eh)
i was rambo
had a little handle
ready to go to war if you tried to touch the channel
randle, cunningham scramble, scandals
always out here courtin’
from harlem to boston
money up, pinky ring glossin’
baby i’m the streets
f-ck is you n-ggas talkin’? (f-ck is you talkin’ bout?)
got these rappers tryna sabotage the boss don image (guess what?)
this sh-t is only extravagant
[chorus]
n-gga freeze put your hands in the sky
if you wondering why
n-gga you fittin’ to die (die)
we get the cash
put it up in the stash
200 plus on the dash
you see the roof in my eyes (see the roof)
i’m like boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
i need more money like
boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
i-i need more money like
boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
i need more money like
i-i need more money right now

[verse 2]
you see
n0body could do it like the boss don it baby
i could floss on you baby
i can, strive to be the greatest
look at these byrdgang b-tches (look at ’em baby)
they tryna fade us
he got what you n-ggas up
i gave ’em a wave
i rather you n-ggas talk instead
stead i gotta put up with this bullsh-t
lip singin’ b-tches steady doin’ it
heavy coke products, steady movin’ it
24/7 we be trappin’ in the hood
gettin’ it together
my n-gga, no matter what the weather
imma put it where your heart beats
stop a n-gga blood flow
all you gotta do is let a thug know
if i gotta go, imma be remembered as a great
me and dame grease
we come from the same street
we come with that gain greene (gain greene baby, uh-huh)
we come with that goon work
get you b-tches wavy when the tool squirt
put ’em up
[chorus]
n-gga freeze put your hands in the sky
if you wondering why
n-gga you fittin’ to die (die)
we get the cash
put it up in the stash
200 plus on the dash
you see the roof in my eyes
i’m like boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
i need more money like
boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
i-i need more money like
boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
i need more money like
i-i need more money right now

- max b

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