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letra de split the money - $teven cannon & money montage

[intro: $teven cannon]
montage
chris roll we gon’ make it, we gon’ blow

[verse 1: $teven cannon]
f-ck it, faded than this b-tch, i’m a big flirt, whoo
it’s some nasdaq in this b-tch, imma flip first (uh)
robbin’ forty-two out on a b-tch, he got lipped first (lipped first)
woke up to a bag on a sunday, i skipped church
blunts full of gas, all i smoked is that big purp’ (big purp’)
lazer on his sh-t, come at you fast like a quick twirt (whoo)
real n-ggas ’round me, we ain’t scared who get hit first (whap)
dubs on a pack, my clientele said my sh-t work (sh-t work)
why f-ck a b-tch anywhere is, you want a big purse? (lil’ b-tch)
imma sleep when i’m dead, i want a big he-rs-
gucci waitin’ on me now, i’m hittin’ rick first (rick first)
owens on my back, spend a band, and it’s light work (light- whoo)
while i’m f-ckin’ up her tracks in track hopper (rrrm)
n-gga, i don’t wanna you to swag on her ass when she back hop (haha)
i’m movin’ slow out this foreign, i’m gettin’ rich quick (rich quick)
they don’t even know the ref and catch a hit stick (lil’ n-gga)
i might head to vegas, get my d-ck lit (got me- whoo)
we look like a ten, i’m with my thick b-tch (thick b-tch)
this n-gga keep on starin’, i can tell he p-ssed (tell he p-ssed)
n-ggas mad, i see ’em flex, but they love, sh-t (lil’ n-gga)
[chorus: $teven cannon]
just me and my guys, if we win, we split the money (we split the money)
no wonder why we all out the country (whoo)
just me and my ride, we gon’ ride ’til it’s done-y (’til it’s done-y)
b-tch on my d-ck, say she love me (say she love me)
f-ck it, b-tch, say my raps like a mummy
it’s perfect, that’s why no squares in my circle
i’m murkin’, crushed in my benz while i’m skrtin’ (while i’m skrtin’)
that’s why this glock on my person (on my-)

[verse 2: nbhd nick]
yeah, yeah
on the scene again (on the scene again)
made a promise to my girl, and poured a drink again
can’t let the evil in (let the evil in)
i was sinnin’, crack the door and let the demons in (no, no, no, no)
i’ve been goin’ numb, i don’t feel nothin’ (don’t feel nothin’)
talkin’ like a kilo, but you still run (but you still run)
you was just a junkie, pop a pill or somethin’ (junkie boy)
layin’ bank, jumpin’, buyin’ builders up (buyin’ build-up)
i don’t care what’s on my toes, i say scuff ’em up (scuff ’em up)
all my daughters sayin’, “daddy, get us gucci’d up” (gucci’d up)
i’ve been runnin’ up since a job, run it up (run it up)
don’t rock no jewelry, but i’m still a diamond in the rough
yeah, top speed, got the scene poppin’
no franchise boys, i had a lean problem (had a lean problem, uh)
imma see about it, you-you keep lyin’ in your raps, why don’t you be about it?
[chorus: $teven cannon]
just me and my guys, if we win, we split the money (we split the money)
no wonder why we all out the country (whoo)
just me and my ride, we gon’ ride ’til it’s done-y (’til it’s done-y)
b-tch on my d-ck, say she love me (say she love me)
f-ck it, b-tch, say my raps like a mummy
it’s perfect, that’s why no squares in my circle
i’m murkin’, crushed in my benz while i’m skrtin’ (while i’m skrtin’)
that’s why this glock on my person

- teven cannon money montage

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