CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : rgb money
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Six, five, four, eight (What?)
That's my money PIN
Don't flex fake pape' (No)
Check me take these wins
Flexin' like a cheapskate (Cheap)
Got a shiny grin
Money wide, like a cape
I don't f**k with crêpes
What's for din', mate?
Eatin' 40K steak off a gold plate (Skrrt)
Got green, red, blue, money and it ain't fake
I said green money, red money, blue money, wait
It's a green, red, blue, money gettin' kind of day
Still on the lick, boy, never change, medicate
Son, what the stick for? Featherweight, Holloway
Max with the hits, boy, never fake, better take
BIC to the spliff, that's everyday, levitate
Know who I is, b*t*h, step away, relegate
Still on the pimp sh*t, get the play, never stay
Real since the bib, don't need a chase, hit it straight
Slumped for a bit, but he not erased, by the grace, yeah
No gimmicks, just a show for the cynics
And a little dope in 'em, you don't know what you missin', mamí
Yeah, you won't get it, so go on with the trippin'
Tommy where the O's fitted, boy, it's cold where we livin', yeah
17, we was gettin' blowed in the Civic
We would never scheme, only pull a ho off the image
'Cause I'm everything, that these n***as know that they isn't
And I never dream, put it on the flow, then I get it, yeah
Six, five, four, eight (What?)
That's my money PIN
Don't flex fake pape' (No)
Check me take these wins
Flexin' like a cheapskate (Cheap)
Got a shiny grin
Money wide, like a cape
I don't f**k with crêpes
What's for din', mate?
Eatin' 40K steak off a gold plate (Skrrt)
Got green, red, blue, money and it ain't fake
I said green money, red money, blue money, wait
It's a green, red, blue, money gettin' kind of day
Still on the lick, boy, never change, medicate
Son, what the stick for? Featherweight, Holloway
Max with the hits, boy, never fake, better take
BIC to the spliff, that's everyday, levitate
Know who I is, b*t*h, step away, relegate
Still on the pimp sh*t, get the play, never stay
Real since the bib, don't need a chase, hit it straight
Slumped for a bit, but he not erased, by the grace, yeah
No gimmicks, just a show for the cynics
And a little dope in 'em, you don't know what you missin', mamí
Yeah, you won't get it, so go on with the trippin'
Tommy where the O's fitted, boy, it's cold where we livin', yeah
17, we was gettin' blowed in the Civic
We would never scheme, only pull a ho off the image
'Cause I'm everything, that these n***as know that they isn't
And I never dream, put it on the flow, then I get it, yeah
