CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Money

Got it from the bottom so I can’t stop
Me and bro tied in like dreadlocks
Playing with my, playing with my bro, you will get shots
I be skrrting through the city with my C's on
They be hating on the kid for no reason
Take a look at the wrist, yeah, it's freezing
I be getting to this money, no pretending
(I be getting to this money, no pretending)

I was on the street, I been finessing
Money on my mind, it’s my best friend
Learning lessons in my life will be a blessing
Stay preaching to the streets 'cause I'm a reverend
And I'll still get you down, I keep a Wesson
Yeah, I sing but I’m scoring like Mason, I ain't basic
Robbing all these trappers till I make it
Funny how mum think I made it
Milli views, got mum embracing
I be bodying rhymes like Aitch did
Keisha, Becky, only want me 'cause I'm famous
Still thinkin' 'bout Miggz, how he ain't here
I be smoking on sess with Mayfair
Yeah, it ain't fair
Blue woo stepping
Got the mash, no messing
Phone stay belling