letra de play money - molly brazy
[intro]
(coach me, joey)
(d-mn, max, this one’s too hard)
[verse]
i was learning how to load a chop before a psp
at the age of four, i knew my favorite color would be green
i been making moves by myself, n-gga, f-ck a team
i put every dollar on myself, n-gga, f-ck you need?
sis call me, say she got a play, i’m like, “oh, let’s get it”
other sis say she got some hoes, i’m like, “f-ck them n-ggas”
’bout to hit atlanta, cuban say we gotta slide on b-tches
poppin’ up like santa, but these gifts won’t surprise them b-tches
caught them hoes in a hard top, now it’s convertible
you ain’t talking money, n-gga, stop, i can’t convеrse with you
i can keep it plain jane, but f-ck it, get thе rollie blew
if you broke, turn this off, these ain’t the words for you
[chorus]
i be in different bags like i can’t pick my birkin
if you still rockin’ tags, i know your pockets hurtin’, dummy
i be blowin’ slips at revive like this play money
i be hoeing n-ggas, please don’t ever tat my name on you
i be in different bags like i can’t pick my birkin
if you still rockin’ tags, i know your pockets hurtin’, dummy
i be blowin’ slips at revive like this play money
i be hoeing n-ggas, please don’t ever tat my name on you
[outro]
(d-mn, max, this one’s too hard)
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