Corrección Letra Loose Change (Remix) par 42 Dugg

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Letra

(Run that money counter, baby)
(Pour that sh*t up, Trvpyyy)

Water on my neck, yeah, two chains
And I keep fifty on me like loose change
All my n***as into robbin', Bruce Wayne
Won't never catch me actin'
In the hood, I'm too active
Won't never catch me actin', ayy
I'm spendin', should be stackin'
None of my cars tinted, get at me

My b*t*hes be spoiled, you ain't makin' noise
The 'Cat or a 'Hawk, yeah, I keep me a toy
My n***as be Neuer, don't speak out or loiter
You can't come between us, my n***as too loyal
She love me to death, still I treat her like sh*t
I'm f**kin' her best friend, I'm f**kin' her sis
My n***a gettin' head, I told him to switch
I'm gettin' this money, I'm gettin' this bag
My n***a ever need me, I'll give him my last
I did it myself, yeah, all by my own
Too many around to be feelin' alone
Ayy, I'm f**kin' her good
Ayy, I'm f**kin' her good, I'm f**kin' her good
My house in the 'burbs, still I come from the hood
I wish a n***a would play with me
I still got the pints and got the weed
Water on my neck, yeah, two chains
And I keep fifty on me like loose change
All my n***as into robbin', Bruce Wayne
Won't never catch me actin'
In the hood, I'm too active
Won't never catch me actin', ayy
I'm spendin', should be stackin'
None of my cars tinted, get at me

She told me she love me, I told her I hate her
I told her I love her, she told me she hate me
Her ex-n***a broke and that n***a a hater
He flex on the 'Gram, but that n***a a faker
I get my d**k sucked while I'm countin' this paper
That n***a went broke and he f**ked up his paper
I f**k on her now and you f**k on her later
She call me back over to f**k on me later
I sit on the field while I'm watchin' the Raiders
An East Oakland n***a, but moved to Las Vegas
He used to be solid, but turned to a traitor
The only black n***a on my block, ain't no neighbors
An eighty-five inch, but you don't see no cables
I come from the hood where we used to steal cable
Designer my jeans, but you don't see no label
I'm still in the streets, I ain't signed to no label
Water on my neck, yeah, two chains
And I keep fifty on me like loose change
All my n***as into robbin', Bruce Wayne
Won't never catch me actin'
In the hood, I'm too active
Won't never catch me actin', ayy
I'm spendin', should be stackin'
None of my cars tinted, get at me

I keep the flame and these n***as be schemin'
Had to cut n***as off 'cause them n***as be leechin'
My bad b*t*h from Oakland, she nasty, she freaky
But she too attached and she act like she need me
I'm burnin' on Cookie, this sh*t tastin' creamy
Watch who you hang around, these n***as sneaky
Can't trust a soul, so I feel like a loner
Whippin' this 'Vette and this sh*t not a loaner
He tried to play me, now he in a coma
He tried to rob the spot, now he a goner
Bad b*t*h from Richmond in love with my spirit
This sh*t so loud and I know that you hear it
Save up them racks, I did that for my children
They show respect when I walk in the building
She told me put it in, she tryna feel it
My fragrance Gucci, yeah, I'm talkin' Guilty
Just caught a play at a room in the Hilton
Found me a glitch in the system, I milked it
I got a white b*t*h with me, her name Mildred
She got the swipes and we made us a killing
Half a billion streams and a n***a still dealin'
Made four million from the music independent
Burnin' on Biscotti, I be burnin' like a chimney
I just served a n***a ten bags off a blimp
(Run that money counter, baby)
(Pour that sh*t up, Trvpyyy)

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