letra de gas me up - moneymarr
[intro]
d-mn, tana
uh, uh, yeah
just like that, haha
uh
moneymarr
yeah, uh
[chorus]
now i’m up in the game, i can’t fuck with these b-tches
’cause half of the time they be hoeing and dissing
they gon’ leave the back door for the opps just to score
so i’m up in la tryna get to the riches
but we load up them cutters when it’s time to work
46-28, got this shit out the dirt
they say marr gettin’ money, oh, you got the word?
when it’s time to go click, i’ma shoot like i’m bird
[verse]
walk down, balenci steppin’
pull up, hop out, nigga, i’ma stretch him
pull up, hop out, shit get hectic
moneymarr did it all, lil’ nigga, i’m a legend
yeah, them rap niggas jewelry fake but it ain’t me
tennis chain on the way, yeah, i got a new piece
got gas in the air, good dope, good cheese
step in christian dior, fuck a price, can’t see, uh
i can son all these niggas, they wanna be me
we pull up on the opp, they gon’ run, hit feet
he was talkin’ that shit, now your son six feet
we pull up to the party, twelve guns, six deep, uh
you ain’t usin’ you a drum, put your dog on the leash
you ain’t gettin’ them racks, why you talkin’ to me?
and i got everything, what you offering me?
know this feature ain’t for the low, i’ma tax
yeah, my k!llers gon’ send a load for them racks
‘member i used to scr-pe the bowl, beat the pot
now i’m makin’ money off rap, no cap
threw my brother the oop, made the opp run track
you too close to my face, b-tch, oops, step back
i work out with the stick, really live what i rap
and she twerkin’ her -ss so i gave it a smack
i been workin’ real hard on my yt2
man these niggas ain’t real, know when i see fu’
they ain’t sippin’ no lean, niggas sippin’ that fu’
straight drop, got wock’, pour a four in a two
purpin’ out on the ‘gram, now these niggas, they hate me
got a bag in my pocket, now b-tches want babys
got my man on the box, now he stuck ’round in haiti
i can’t fuck with these rappers, these niggas fake crazy
[chorus]
now i’m up in the game, i can’t fuck with these b-tches
’cause half of the time they be hoeing and dissing
they gon’ leave the back door for the opps just to score
so i’m up in la tryna get to the riches
but we load up them cutters when it’s time to work
46-28, got this shit out the dirt
they say marr gettin’ money, oh, you got the word?
when it’s time to go click, i’ma shoot like i’m bird
[outro]
brr
what?
shoot like i’m bird
ooh, ooh
uh, uh, uh
yt2
youngest trapper, b-tch
wow, wow
powering off
d-mn, tana
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