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letra de money now - messy marv

[sky balla]
i’m sky balla, a young california pimp
loungin’ in a stretch bently sittin low on the tints
iced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb weed (bomb weed)
servin’ on steak and shrimp, sippin’ dom p (dom p)
lavishly cordinated
savagely corporated
on casino, mr. gambino’s mobb affiliated
the world is mine, that’s what i read on a blimp
playin cops i’m a robber with blue prints to the mint
didn’t leave no evidence, went back to, my residence
sn-tch the benjamin’s, an all the other dead presidents
my hoochies like to toss me the coochie
floss me in gucci
but groupies would never cost me no luchie
what i look like?
givin’ a hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flows
b-tch i’m all-pro
you be the same hoe, on the stroll makin’ me mo dinero
so tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow

[hook]
i gotta get my money over b-tches
they want the money, i want my riches
[x2]

[san quinn]
quinn-o-mania, hoes i’m tamin’ ya
never praisin ya, never payin ya
nothin’ mo than attention
havin’ paper is an addiction
your not bringin additions
then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions
this is how i see it
my crew we be the cleanest
pushin’ benzes and beamers
these hoes ain’t pleased to meet us
p-ss us master cards an visas
illegal searches
we smokin’ roaches with no crutches
b-tches we coach from bein’ broke into a life of hustlin
ain’t no friends we all cousins
baby networkin’
money ain’t nothin’
you got it all? you need to quit perpin’
a quarter million wouldn’t satisfy me
i be a master like p
illy-ack like luni
only god can do me
burn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothly
only ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose me
but lose bein’ in a pursuit of tryin to talk
for the conversation of f-ck you and sh-t b-tch it’s goin to cost

[hook] x2

[messy marv]
i got 2 for 1, from yayo to indo
paper now, hoes later, the tradition in fillmoe
dime-els, bricks of yayo, c0ke dealers, crack sales
n-ggas that tell on big w-ll–s
young k!llas, b-tches that jock, look at ’em stare
got ’em choosin, got hoes droolin’ on a playa
my gold t–th glare, shinnin’ like cheese goin “bling”
knock out playa, k-o-p in the street
i f-ck with big timers, ridin’ sideways with young thugs
don’t manipulise, of fillmoe hood nut
shank hood sl-ts, make hood bucks
never could, never would a n-gga hoe trust
money over b-tches
trust a b-tch i never would
hoe i’m too major
havin’ paper like tiger woods
famous in the moe
rob from the rich and slang yayo to the poor
flippin’, manipulate a dumb hoe
for way mo’
i tell ’em bia-tch!!
i love ballin’, how could i be tired of bein’ rich?
been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected
and you n-ggas is wrong for payin’ hoes an hoe protectin’

[hook till end]

- messy marv

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