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letra de aura - money man

[chorus]
i know she feelin’ my aura
i’m in this b-tch with a 40
when i hit her i ain’t take off my jordan’s
n-ggas snitchin’ they always reportin’
ain’t got time cause i’m always recordin’
need it all i ain’t takin’ no shorts
f-ck the house i’ma jump off the porch
me and money cannot be divorced
having gas i be havin’ all sorts
gonna make sure you keep you a torch
i dont hold hands or walk in the park
let this chopper gone rip you apart
got a foreign i push it to start
you ain’t tough n-gga go get some heart
labels callin ‘they tryin’ to have meetings
i need them m’s cause i’m already eatin’
went to church hit a blunt with the deacon
always workin’ the circle they need me
you can never trust n-ggas who greedy
push a b-tton i’m losin’ the ceiling
f&n for these n-gga who trippin
i was broke had to change my condition
all these guns i could start a militia

[verse 1]
for the bag had to run a little distance
turn a b-tch n-gga to a statistic
let the glock come and end your existence
had to go put my faith in a pistol
cause n-ggas out here so malicious
you f-cked up a pack you trippin’
two hoes with me kissin’
yellow stones diamonds p-ssy
7k outfit drip drip
ride around the city with the hit stick
kick ’em out the car he won’t shoot sh-t
in the back seat got two clips
gotta young n-gga doin’ walk-ups
put a bell on the table gettin’ chopped up
ballin’ watch a n-gga get crossed up
i got 50 homies who locked up
23 straps on the tour bus
just incase the robbers come for us
baby take it off don’t bore us
finna meet a agent at starbucks
finna make an m from the crypto
he done gave me cl-ssified info
p-ssin’ out loud to my kinfolk
i just sent a load out of frisco

[chorus]
i know she feelin’ my aura
i’m in this b-tch with a 40
when i hit her i ain’t take off my jordan’s
n-ggas snitchin’ they always reportin’
ain’t got time cause i’m always recordin’
need it all i ain’t takin’ no shorts
f-ck the house i’ma jump off the porch
me and money cannot be divorced
having gas i be havin’ all sorts
gonna make sure you keep you a torch
i dont hold hands or walk in the park
let this chopper gone rip you apart
got a foreign i push it to start
you ain’t tough n-gga go get some heart
labels callin ‘they tryin’ to have meetings
need an m cause i’m already eatin’
went to church hit a blunt with the deacon
always workin’ the circle they need me
you can never trust n-ggas who greedy
push a b-tton i’m losin’ the ceiling
fn for n-ggas who tripping
i was broke had to change my condition
all these guns i could start a militia

- money man

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