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letra de money. cars. clothes. - street light

[hook]
money, cars, clothes, drugs, swag, guns, hoes, yolo!
money, cars, clothes
drugs, swag, guns, hoes, yolo!
money, and cars, and clothes, and drugs, and
swag, and guns, and hoes, and yolo!

[verse 1]
and he said…
i want stacks on deck
racks on racks when i cash those checks
back of
the cl-ss, never p-ssed those tests
so i’m maxing the stash and i grab no
less
put it in the causal van
but i’m riding in a red ferrari with the manual trans
f1. never test em’, tell the feds i’m sorry
but i’m hardly a catchable man
foot to the gas
flashing the rarest pair of jordan’s, now look at the pants
armani shirt, yea. hard body work
that’s car, money, threads and i’m more than the man
compare what it’s worth. jail isn’t worse than a 9-5
both hail as a curse. i’m tryna shine
but i fell through the h-ll in a
purchase
now i lie dead in the dirt

[hook]
money, cars, clothes, drugs, swag, guns, hoes, yolo!
money, cars, clothes
drugs, swag, guns, hoes, yolo!
money, and cars, and clothes, and drugs, and
swag, and guns, and hoes, and yolo!

see y’all gon’ learn something…. see, by the end of this…. either you gon hate me or understand the message

[verse 2]
lea-lea-leaves in my lungs
breathe in the freedom releasing the demons that sleep on the tongue
dreaming of genies i seek to become
and i’m leaving the species- speaking to none
popping bottles like i’m popping caps to attract the models i be hollerin’ at
talking smack?
i keep a little in common for women and problems: that’s an auto mac
i will ball and my swag on point like chris paul in a mad rolls royce. i’m a pimp, dog. with a limp. and my p-sses, y’all could never pick like you had no choice
the ladies and gangs be hating me lately. jaded- i’m faded. amazing, i may be
laid in the grave and the thang is i’m 18
all that remains from all i was
chasing

[hook]
money, cars, clothes, drugs, swag, guns, hoes, yolo!
money, cars, clothes, drugs, swag, guns, hoes, yolo!
money, and cars, and clothes, and drugs, and swag, and guns, and hoes, and yolo!

[verse 3]
want money and he threw them bands
100 when he hit that gas
straight stunting when
he rock that gear
stay blunted and he had no fear
swag is all that
mattered to him
bad women, he had to use them
mags in clips, they
blasted through him
and that’s the path to casket, stupid.

[hook]
money, cars, clothes, drugs, swag, guns, hoes, yolo!
money, cars, clothes, drugs, swag, guns, hoes, yolo!
money, and cars, and clothes, and drugs, and swag, and guns, and hoes, and yolo!

- street light

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