CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Kevo Muney
o Muney [Intro]
(It's official)
Yah, yah, yeah (Huh)
Yah, yah, yeah (Come on)
Yah, yah, yeah (Yah-yah-yah)
Yah, yah, yeah
I won't beef on the internet, I'll see him and say it to his face
One day we gon' fade away, we gotta turn up 'til our last day (Huh)
I prayed to God, he told me change my dirty ways
When I pull up to her house, I'm in and out, she know I don't never stay
I love my money, best friend, we go hand-in-hand like patty cake
b*t*h, I made a way, through all the bullsh*t, I'm in a better space (Yeah)
b*t*h, it ain't no love, welcome to the player's club, no Lisa Raye
Really don't give a f**k, bet you can't find a b*t*h I'll ever chase (Yah)
What you say? Send them young n***as, they gon' step all on your f**kin' face (Yeah)
I can't trust a b*t*h, they'll start cryin' and still lyin' in your face (Yeah)
If it ain't 'bout a dollar-dollar, I don't wanna holler, n***a, f**k a conversation
Mama used to hold me in her arms, I'm the last son, Ruthie's last baby
Bad b*t*h, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas, I'ma buy you a vest"
Fifth on my neck, drippin', I'm makin' a mess
I know they hated to see it, they ain't wanna see him like that
I'm the best, tell them I said it
Floyd Mayweather, you Connor McGregor
Bad b*t*h, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas, I'ma buy you a vest"
(It's official)
Yah, yah, yeah (Huh)
Yah, yah, yeah (Come on)
Yah, yah, yeah (Yah-yah-yah)
Yah, yah, yeah
I won't beef on the internet, I'll see him and say it to his face
One day we gon' fade away, we gotta turn up 'til our last day (Huh)
I prayed to God, he told me change my dirty ways
When I pull up to her house, I'm in and out, she know I don't never stay
I love my money, best friend, we go hand-in-hand like patty cake
b*t*h, I made a way, through all the bullsh*t, I'm in a better space (Yeah)
b*t*h, it ain't no love, welcome to the player's club, no Lisa Raye
Really don't give a f**k, bet you can't find a b*t*h I'll ever chase (Yah)
What you say? Send them young n***as, they gon' step all on your f**kin' face (Yeah)
I can't trust a b*t*h, they'll start cryin' and still lyin' in your face (Yeah)
If it ain't 'bout a dollar-dollar, I don't wanna holler, n***a, f**k a conversation
Mama used to hold me in her arms, I'm the last son, Ruthie's last baby
Bad b*t*h, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas, I'ma buy you a vest"
Fifth on my neck, drippin', I'm makin' a mess
I know they hated to see it, they ain't wanna see him like that
I'm the best, tell them I said it
Floyd Mayweather, you Connor McGregor
Bad b*t*h, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas, I'ma buy you a vest"
