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letra de gettin' money music - zaybang

[intro]
ayy, look

[verse 1]
this that gettin’-money music, n-ggas better comprehend
ain’t no lookin’ back, tryna save n0body when i win
i told god to save me from that fake love and lost a friend
i made five-hundred-plus, now watch me do that sh-t again
this that gettin’-money music, n-gga, you cannot get in
fully chop got me kinda feelin’ c-cky when i spin
and i’m a god-fearing man, so forgive me when i sin
and my last b-tch counted me out, i know she hate to see me win
i never got to be a kid, i came out trippin’ off the porch
this rap sh-t been comin’ second, f-ck with suckers, you get torched
got my plug in miami, i might k!ll him if he short
send them bags to the south, then we headed to the north

[chorus]
this a f-ckin’ sp-ceship, don’t leave no ash in these seats
if a n-gga touch my brother, we gon’ crash, then repeat
they don’t know we got back ’cause we don’t brag on ig
i’m that n-gga in my city, i’m the hnic
leave a f-ck n-gga wobblin’ on skates when we creep
in that supercharged thing, this ain’t no ‘cat, this a jeep
it ain’t no way them n-ggas finna get back, we on feet
young turnt n-gga, i don’t even relax when i sleep
[verse 2]
told miiir and b we gotta run it back, i’m on beat
i don’t trust sh-t, i got it on my lap when i sleep
it been cold out, i could warm you up with this heat
this sh-t cost somethin’, talkin’ from my cup to my feet
it ain’t luck when you win, i tried to bust, but it jammed
if we locked in, that don’t mean i f-ck with your friend
they ain’t think i had no money ’til i jumped in the benz
tell ’em let him get his ones, then we jumped in again
and i ain’t f-ckin’ with you n-ggas, i ain’t f-ckin’ with you hoes
b-tch, it’s cameras on my house and i own ’em spare poles
so i’m feelin’ kinda good today, i need a cup from d rose
she do the white nail polish or the clear pink toes
b-tches blowin’ up my phone knowin’ i ain’t callin’ back
i got my sh-t on dnd in the stu’, i’m tryna rap
i ain’t never seen a n-gga lose his chain and want it back
she seen her mama in these streets, now she comin’ with a trap
be who you wanna be in life, ’cause n-ggas really could die
and when them bullets start flyin’, it ain’t no pickin’ no sides
these n-ggas f-ggots with no motion, so who d-ck he gon’ ride?
he probably good at makin’ music, but he really don’t slide

- zaybang

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