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letra de saweetie - money man

[hook]
steppers all around, if i don’t feed ’em they might eat me
brown skin b-tch she feelin’ on my chest, she look like saweetie
my arm still cookin’ dope up in the kitchen bumpin’ jeezy
never trust a n-gga who steal from you, he too sneaky
we took that n-gga off, he ain’t break bread, he was greedy
i might slime a n-gga out just like i’m mondo, sh-t get heinous
put a n-gga out his misery like my dj make him famous
i’m the one who used to take them bags to winston, salem

[verse 1]
them n-ggas ‘gon spin for free so i ain’t even gotta pay him
lifted up my truck, and bought my b-tch a bbl
come and gеt them bags from me my trap online likе aol
say you want a job from me, young n-gga can you work a scale
if we go inside that courtroom, will you take the stand and tell
i know n-ggas who build guns, but they barely know how to spell
sometimes i prefer revolvers cause they don’t spit out the sh-ll
boy don’t p-ss us off today, we’ll hunt some n-ggas like some elk
ask the last n-gga we hit, he’ll tell you how them hollows felt
skinny b-tch inside my dms, she remind me of glorilla
i had drewed out on a fan, but he only wanted a picture (yeah)
you look kinda good, but i really want your sister
sometimes i go out of sp-ce, when that mushroom in my system
boy this circle sh-t ain’t no joke, it get treated like religion
i be laughin’ to the bank, while i’m thumbin’ through this chicken
i’ma suit up like black panther when it’s time to catch a victim
money dirty so i cleaned it, i had washed it and had rinsed it
these n-ggas whack, and i’m one hundred like that piru out of cali
tell that n-gga quit callin’ your phone, don’t make me spin your baby daddy
[hook]
steppers all around, if i don’t feed ’em they might eat me
brown skin b-tch she feelin’ on my chest, she look like saweetie
my arm still cookin’ dope in the kitchen bumpin’ jeezy
never trust a n-gga who steal from you, he too sneaky
took that n-gga off, he ain’t break bread, he was greedy
might slime a n-gga out just like i’m mondo, sh-t get heinous
put a n-gga out his misery like my dj make him famous
i’m the one who used to take them bags to winston, salem

- money man

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