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Money Fein
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Kyyngg
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All this pain got me going against myself I don't do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth Why would I trust you niggas? Shit, I barely trust the ceilin' Rather f*ck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin's, yeah Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb Bet he gon' understand, make you run on your pad For all that stunting that you doing, gon' make a nigga mad I'm money fiending every day It was me and Prynce in these streets, tryna find our way The closer that I get, the more these niggas turning fake It ain't no pressure with that extra, keep my weapon I'm on this p*ssy like my nickname Dr. Jekyll I put the [?] bitch made her put on my schedule I couldn't save it, killed that p*ssy like a devil But we can lay up, you gotta pay me for that Bitch, I ain't stupid, thinks I'll lose it, I'ma up this toolie Shoot you like a movie, all my lil niggas young and they ruthless Dipping in the mazi, now they running and ducking the shooters Ain't no more talking, bitch, you domeless, end of confusion All this pain got me going against myself I don't do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth Why would I trust you niggas? Shit, I barely trust the ceilin' Rather f*ck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin's, yeah Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb Bet he gon' understand, make you run on your pad For all that stunting that you doing, gon' make a nigga mad I can't be f*cking with you niggas, y'all ain't feeling my pain I'm fresh out them slums, don't make me shoot off your brain, yeah I do this shit for New Orleans, I'm tryna f*ck on yo' lil bitty bitch Put the dick all in her organs, then pass that lil bitch to my bro Oh, [?] coach Yeah, can't check my temp, bitch, I'm hotter than stoves Oh, make your lil bitch go wherever I go Yeah, make that hoe dope me up In the coupe with no roof I can't f*ck with you broke niggas, you think that leachin' shit cool? I'm a motherf*cking giant, like, "Who is these little dudes?" We gon' pull up, wipe that shit out then get right back to the move All this pain got me going against myself I don't do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth Why would I trust you niggas? Shit, I barely trust the ceilin' Rather f*ck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin's, yeah Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb Bet he gon' understand, make you run on your pad For all that stunting that you doing, gon' make a nigga mad
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