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letra de playing wit a check - tony shhnow

[intro]
i took my n-gga off the bench because he shoot too much
i took his b-tch and gave her back because she do too much
(dj yung rel, wassup)
if it’s beef my n-ggas junkies, n-ggas shoot sh-t up
it’s a dress code, all my n-ggas keep it tucked
(n-gga, we major in this motherf-cka’ n-gga
it’s a movement n-gga)
aye
(this sh-t weren’t overnight n-gga
n-ggas really stood in them traps)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i, go get the money
i swear it’s something bout’ them hunnids’, i always want em
i feel that feeling in my stomach, i get up on it
i’m playing with a check, but i can’t play with my opponents
that n-gga don’t get no money, then that n-gga ain’t none like me
all these hunnids’, she giving me brain like shawty wanna get her ged
i’m riding with a k, but i got on cc
with a k swerve by, leave a n-gga get six feet
get the f-ck up out the field, you don’t got on no cleats
turn a n-gga to a meal, watch a young n-gga eat

[verse]
i pour up purple, but my hoe got green cards
my leather soft, but you know i bling hard
i’m at the trap so much, i should start paying rent
i’m riding with that 9, i just hit me a 10
these n-ggas pillow talking tryna look cool
we gon’ put your partner on the d-mn news
call my trap lowes, we just have tools
call that boy into the office, you don’t have school
i took my n-gga off the bench because he shoot too much
i took his b-tch and gave her back because she do too much
if it’s beef my n-ggas junkies, n-ggas shoot sh-t up
it’s a dress code, all my n-ggas keep it tucked
my n-gga supply that bass till’ the speaker bust
put that sweeper to his face, told him eat the dust
she know i’m tweaking off that drank, i got my demon up
if you ain’t talking about no bank then don’t leave me up
[chorus]
i, go get the money
i swear it’s something bout’ them hunnids’, i always want em
i feel that feeling in my stomach, i get up on it
i’m playing with a check, but i can’t play with my opponents
that n-gga don’t get no money, then that n-gga ain’t none like me
all these hunnids’, she giving me brain like shawty wanna get her ged
i’m riding with a k, but i got on cc
with a k swerve by, leave a n-gga get six feet
get the f-ck up out the field, you don’t got on no cleats
turn a n-gga to a meal, watch a young n-gga eat

- tony shhnow

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