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money, i’m too numb

aye

all i know is…

aye

all i know is get this money
i’m too numb, i can’t feel nothing
b-tch i know i might not make it
f-ck it, i just need the payment
get this guap by any means hoe
i want cheddar, yeah, that cheese though
i want bentleys and ferraris
just so i can feel the speed, woah

we can’t hang if you ain’t widdit
we move bricks and we get digits
f-ck on hoes go bout my business
i got blood on my raf simmons

we got racks on racks, no kidding
but i still can’t feel a thing though
that’s no cap, no yap, you trippin’
i be smokin on that big dope

aye

b-tch you know i got that pack
pull up i’m breaking her back
they be like, “whats in the bag”?

benjamin, benjamins, woah
i want the hunnids, no lower
b-tch it’s like money galore

hoe you know that i be flexin’
i want that glocky no wesson
baby, you know that you’re tempting
woah, woah

i get that money no blue cheese
b-tch on my d-ck, that’s my groupie
can’t love these hoes cuz they choosy
woah

i’m too numb now, roll up another one
i’m finna run it up, i give no f-ck now
stuck in the traffic, i’m way too d-mn faded
i’m falling asleep… racks in my pocket

dont know how i got it, but i get that green

aye

money hungry, i’on need food
paper chase like a d-mn fool
get this money b-tch, i got to
got to
got to

chose up, picked the money route
but you froze up, this sh-t funny now
b-tch my life changed, i get money now
money
i’m too numb i can’t feel nothing
b-tch, i know i might not make it
f-ck it, i just need the payment
guap by any means hoe
i want cheddar, yeah, that cheese though
i want…
and ferraris just so i can feel the…

all i know is get this money
i’m too numb, i can’t feel nothing
b-tch i know i might not make it
f-ck it, i just need the payment

get this guap by any means hoe
i want cheddar, yeah, that cheese though
i want bentleys and ferraris
just so i can feel the speed, woah

we can’t hang if you ain’t widdit
we move bricks and we get digits
f-ck on hoes go bout my business
i got blood on my raf simmons

we got racks on racks, no kidding
but i still can’t feel a thing though
that’s no cap, no yap, you trippin’
i be smokin on that big dope

i be smokin’ out the pound
i’m way too turnt, can’t turn it down
it’s too much drip, hope i don’t drown
can’t hear you, my blunt way too loud

aye

work touchdown now i’m feelin’ good
they say that i’m misunderstood
i’m way too in love with the drugs
if i could go back then i would

if i could go back then i would… yea
if i could go back then i would

- olito

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