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letra de yello drank - money$team

[intro – nappy]
yeahhhhhh
it’s nappy
w-ssup baby?
yello errthing this time you know what i’m talkin bout
yello pages, yello cab, yellostone
yello wolf, yello fever, yello submarine, yello xanax bars
yello garden spider
yello drank on tap for my team
it’s money!

[official shout – 6xplatinum]
six stacks for the streets!
keep it streets
money team keepin’ streets

[verse 1: rysarm]
me and yo girl are cute together, she got all my s-m-n
yo raps lighter than a feather, mine just got its gym in
drive you crazy like a beetle, i don’t mean john lennon
bunch of odd todds in here my name steven
i’m nuts like a peanut you can call me charles tillman
i’m better than most, thats why they hate me, i can’t fit in
so you wanna be funny, braggin cuz on the table you found a lil money
from your parents, right
and they called to you like honey
that’s supposed to stay on here and you would just ignore and say “boy i’m gettin paper”

[verse 2: ep]
i’m about to sentence your innocence when i spit with my deliverance
expensivepasta’s ep coming soon, what a coincidence
signed with the money$team, f-ck the ymcmb busy-ness
using my serious rhymes, quit rapping with your silly-ness
doing this verse justice, like j. cole did on beautiful bliss
heard yo mom did p-rn, i’ll i have to say is tsk, tsk
i handle my first song, like i handled my first kiss
ep swiftly, sticks his d-ck inside of taylor swift

[verse 3: j-franks]
cookin’ up that yello drank in my queasy bake oven
money$team don’t give a f-ck, i just made a baker’s dozen
drink it all day long, this sh-t is just my type
life gave me lemons, now my rhymes so ripe
money$team pack heat, call that sh-t wade, dwyane
the rest are all scared, don’t tell me that’s a lemon stain
you gotta mix it up, shake it up, whirl it up, stir ’em
you want to taste yello drank? first you gotta taste urine

[verse 4: freejc]
yello, yello my america with a yello b-tch named erika
i told the game, “honey, if you lucky i’m gon’ marry ya,”
my boy wizzle sold out when he mixed it with that black
but i mix yello with that green, i’m a champ like the pack
you push a lemon, boy, my phantom look freshly squeezed
can’t call chumps compet-tion cause they getting seized
crowds congregate, jc a cold playing fellow
my part was chris martin, it was all yello

[verse 5: supa dupa jesus]
uhh, y’all screamin f-ck hashtag flow…zucherbergs
y’all on your on earth sippin purp, so f-ck ya words
cl-ssy sippin that yello, screamin ‘cheerio’…f-ck honey nut
icy yello suit..fergie pants, drive the honeys nuts
banana clips in my pants, call them sh-t’s pajamas
y’all envious, cause y’all can’t get swole…anti- bruce banner
houston bites our drinks, basedgod prays to us
cept they f-ggoty pink, money$team stay yello like gucci’s bus

- moneyteam

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