letra de money team - slawda
[chorus: slawda]
i can’t f-ck with you broke n-ggas, cause i’m not your type
racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice
vip we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?]
fake n-ggas they counterfit, i think them actors need an oscar
i’m making pay, [?] i think i’m in the game
i’m bout them riches, i’m addicted to the cash, n-gga f-ck the fame
i f-ck with quarters, i ain’t talking bout no slot machine
[?] and qc label, n-gga we on the money team
[verse 1: rich the kid]
[?]
stand in the trap with the j’s
i run with the k
[?]
whippin the work with the [?]
qc the label got plenty of money, i pull up, they taking them pics
and my neck is a waterfall
i came from the bottom, was stashing the work in the wal
they wanna be like me
[?]
[?]
i pull out that rari, my wrist is on froze
young n-gga got gass like quicktrip
got a verse for a brick, that’s a quick flip
pull off with your b-tch, look at the rocks in my wrist
the diamonds they dancing [?]
i went to sleep in the trap with the huncho
walk around with a whole lotta hundreds
[?] pull up with a k like rambo
flippin narcotics like [?]
i got the dope in a bundle
rich n-gga walk around with real diamonds
you wifing that b-tch, she pull up [?]
rich!
[chorus: slawda]
i can’t f-ck with you broke n-ggas, cause i’m not your type
racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice
vip we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?]
fake n-ggas they counterfit, i think them actors need an oscar
i’m making pay, [?] i think i’m in the game
i’m bout them riches, i’m addicted to the cash, n-gga f-ck the fame
i f-ck with quarters, i ain’t talking bout no slot machine
[?] and qc label, n-gga we on the money team
[verse 2: slawda]
i’m dreaming bout money, thinking [?]
look in my eyes, you see nothing but benjamans
i’m rolling up grams and backwoods, shout out [?]
finessing and flexing [?]
[?]
[?] extinding my clip
[?] that drip
ice on my neck, and it drip on the couch
[?] ain’t talking bout [?]
geeking off [?]
[?] my n-gga we lounging
all of my b-tches astounding, came from the hood, the way that they feel me
[?]
[?]
[?]
you a fake, you a foney
[?] shining all on me
[?] running a check up
[?] got me feeling like [?]
i went from the rags to riches
[?]
[?]
[chorus: slawda]
i can’t f-ck with you broke n-ggas, cause i’m not your type
racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice
vip we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?]
fake n-ggas they counterfit, i think them actors need an oscar
i’m making pay, [?] i think i’m in the game
i’m bout them riches, i’m addicted to the cash, n-gga f-ck the fame
i f-ck with quarters, i ain’t talking bout no slot machine
[?] and qc label, n-gga we on the money team
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