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letra de march madness - skilla baby

[intro]
(push that sh-t out, sk!lla)
whatever get me paid
whatever get me paid (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
huh?

[verse 1]
i’ma do whatever get me paid (ayy)
if i don’t do nothin’ else, the money gettin’ made (gettin’ made)
it’s always the broke n-ggas tryna throw shade (ayy)
put a two on a one, man, i call this sh-t k (call it k)
yellow cocaine look like p-ss or lemonade (ayy)
everything funny ’til them b-tches come and raid (ayy)
fifty in the safe, man, the money gettin’ saved (ayy)
brought the e pills to the show, i’m finna start a ravе (huh?)
i don’t really kick it with these n-ggas, thеy be lame (huh?)
you are now tuned in to the realest in the game (ayy)
steppin’ on the boy, tryna put him in the game (huh?)
and i still can’t believe everybody know my name, huh? (ayy)
i’m still really in the field bein’ a thot (ayy)
good dope make all the junkies wanna come shop (ayy)
i threw s-x in the pot, turned soft to a rock (ayy)
hit a n-gga top for playin’ with my top (huh?)
[chorus]
she the finest woman in the country (huh?)
she just don’t look better than the money (huh?)
i go get it, she gon’ save it for me (huh?)
she ask me what i love, i say, “the hustle” (huh?)
hallowed be thy name, i came from nothin’ (huh?)
i could show my ass, but i stay humble (huh?)
grew up tryna sell dope like my uncle (huh?)
you don’t wanna see me win, then f-ck you (huh?)
she the finest woman in the country (huh?)
she just don’t look better than the money (huh?)
i go get it, she gon’ save it for me (huh?)
she ask me what i love, i say, “the hustle” (huh?)
hallowed be thy name, i came from nothin’ (huh?)
i could show my ass, but i stay humble (huh?)
grew up tryna sell dope like my uncle (huh?)
you don’t wanna see me win, then f-ck you

[post-chorus]
you don’t wanna see me win, then f-ck you
you don’t wanna see me win, then f-ck you
you don’t wanna see me win, then f-ck you
you don’t wanna see me win, then— (huh? f-ck you)

[verse 2]
i gambled my life for my chips
man, i used to shoot dice for this sh-t
new ice in my kit (huh)
my life jerry rice, catch a brick (catch a brick)
spendin’ like four racks on a ‘fit
i’m a motherf-ckin’ pit’ (i’m a rrr)
she the coldest b-tch on the planet, she the baddest (she the baddest)
but when she stand next to the bankroll, she average (she just average)
she be lookin’ better than the money when i ram her (when i ram her)
but the money look better on the camera (on the camera)
everybody can’t hustle, it’s a talent (it’s a talent)
fn on me every time i’m in traffic (bang)
man, i make the money stretch like elastic (huh)
where my b-tch waist at? somebody sn-tched it (huh?)
i just made 50k, what a blessing (huh)
n-ggas askin’, “where the money?” like it come with directions (ayy)
in the club with like ten bad b-tches in my section (ayy)
they still don’t look better than the money, that ain’t no question (huh? huh?)
[chorus]
she the finest woman in the country (huh?)
she just don’t look better than the money (huh?)
i go get it, she gon’ save it for me (huh?)
she ask me what i love, i say, “the hustle” (huh?)
hallowed be thy name, i came from nothin’ (huh?)
i could show my ass, but i stay humble (huh?)
grew up tryna sell dope like my uncle (huh?)
you don’t wanna see me win, then f-ck you (huh?)
she the finest woman in the country (huh?)
she just don’t look better than the money (huh?)
i go get it, she gon’ save it for me (huh?)
she ask me what i love, i say, “the hustle” (huh?)
hallowed be thy name, i came from nothin’ (huh?)
i could show my ass, but i stay humble (huh?)
grew up tryna sell dope like my uncle (huh?)
you don’t wanna see me win, then f-ck you

[outro]
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

- skilla baby

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