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letra de swift - money man

[hook]
big money, i’m an earner
slap a b-tch n-gga with a burner
all my young n-ggas, they be purgin’
all my, b-tches rich and got berkins
in november, giving out turkey
all my hand straps hold thirty
got her down with me, she thirty
go against me, i do a n-gga dirty
livin’ like me, you gotta have a check
i be lowkey, i’m hidin’ my address
going to the top, i’m walkin’ up the steps
wake up in j-pan, eating on crêpes
yeah
hundreds comin’ in swift, yeah
bought a b-tch a breast lift, yeah
customized my whip, i want 30 rounds in my clip

[verse 1]
i told bae to come and give me lip
sprint to the racks and flash ’em my hip
havin’ the income for my jit
n-gga might cross a plug likе chris
blood money, you see red on it
made a fortunе, i bled for it
n-gga try me, he dead for it
f-ck a b-tch, and break her head for it
takin’ twelve on car chases
we ain’t tryin’ to catch fed cases
givin’ backshots, i’m a backbreaker
i’m the alpha n-gga not the omega
can’t go out bad, i’m too player
on the shroom, i got a n-gga heart racin’
scam funds, got zelle payments
plug money, got big places
fake license, fake name, fake socials, but got real chains
white rose look cocaine
presidential in this plain jane
look inside my eyes, and you see real pain
run up on my car i swear to god, we gon’ bang bang
yeah
try to keep it too real and they gon hate you for it
find your talent, make a name, and they gon’ pay you for it
get disrespectful in these streets, and we gon’ slay you for it
different climates, different regions, you know i’m steady boardin’
ali got me with these a1 stones, these b-tches don’t need no flash
i don’t worry about a rainy day, i got 2 million in my stash
we smart inside these streets, set some goals and don’t you crash
where i’m from the weak perish, and only the strong n-ggas last
[hook]
big money, i’m an earner
slap a b-tch n-gga with a burner
all my young n-ggas, they be purgin’
all my, b-tches rich and got berkins
in november, givng out turkey
all my hand straps hold thirty
got her down with me, she dirty
go against me, i do a n-gga dirty
livin’ like me, you gotta have a check
i be lowkey, i’m hidin’ my address
going to the top, i’m walkin’ up the steps
wake up in j-pan, eating on crêpes
yeah
hundreds comin’ in swift, yeah
bought a b-tch a breast lift, yeah
customized my whip, i want 30 rounds in my clip

- money man

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