Correction Lyrics Money Ain’t A Thing by Roy Woods

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(Zino Records, hahahaha)

Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest n***a up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh f**kin' haters, I'ma do it all again
With the gang and my family, all we do is win

Remember when me and Likkle T were broke (Remember those days)
Now I give all the drug dealers hope (I inspire n***as)
Break them off, they're always asking for more
Let's go, I sell bricks fam, you can't get a draw, let's go
Fam, your chain look glass like your jaw, uh
I gave out samples on tour (Trap star sh*t)
Now all these haters wanna bring it
Cah I just hopped a house with my trainers to live in
I'm a rabbit with the stick (Yeah)
If I'm mackin' your chick
She'll be gone when I spoil her like the back of my whip (Yeah)
b*t*hes come around, now he's actin' out of character
And I could tell them Cali packs came from Canada (Know the difference)
Fam, I'm still on the block, I ain't a pop star (Out here)
All the crackheads love me, I'm a rockstar
Can't park anywhere, I'm worried 'bout a tracker
I bring my youngens Wireless to rob your favourite rapper
It's Nines

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