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ace og - money in the bank freestyle lyrics

[intro]
first you gon’ end this drama
then you take a b+tch to carrabba’s
then you take her to bahamas
make that ho yell like a llama
who tryna start some drama?
y’all wanna make my vomit
eazi+klu, the coolest dj in the world
y’all ain’t goin’ up to the sky
your main wigga always gossip
ayy
yo, it’s rap god season, let’s get it, b+tch
ayy, ayy, b+tch
this is a dolan beats production
ayy, ayy
woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

[verse]
i’m pullin’ up in the whip, i open the door like this
i got all these b+tches, this summer we gettin’ rich
yeah we gon’ be lit, i be on my boss sh+t
and we gon’ load up them clips, and we gon’ rob a clique
all this lean i’m gonna sip, young wigga always trip
young wigga always drip, got that two phone flip
got that two tone drip, young wigga, get a grip
your ho suck my d+ck, lil ho make it quick
i grew up in the streets without no heart, just let that settle
i’ma push the pedal to the motherf+ckin’ medal
all you hoes just wanna dance with the devil
i just upgraded to a brand new level
all these b+tches talk about, “oh i’m special”
f+ck outta here, y’all hurtin’ my mental
i pull up to the scene with all these racks on me
i got all these people who wanna be like me
you don’t wanna be like me
you don’t wanna sip on all this lean
you don’t wanna see purple when you pee
you don’t wanna smoke on all this weed
pop on a bean after smokin’ a tree
ten thousand dollars on vvs diamonds
you don’t wanna deal with all these problems
all geared up, lookin’ like i’m snake
feelin’ like i’m in metal gear solid
life i be livin’ is real awesome
all my wiggas at that red robin
told teachers i ain’t never goin’ to college
don’t f+ck a b+tch without a condom
we about foreign cars, this ain’t borin’ like art class
y’all really need bars, y’all new rappers are ass
i am not the best rapper, don’t compare me to outkast
y’all see all these scars? they from trappin’ hard
these motherf+ckers better run back ’cause i run the trap
f+ck boy gon’ and get slapped, gangstas with them caps
$hawny with the mac, i had to run up them racks (yeah)
run up them sacks, smokin’ weed, sellin’ crack
sellin’ crack, yeah i did that
contracts, i say f+ck that
co+signs, ain’t no co+signs
wigga i’ve always been that
we can race all day ’til our cars turn into scr+p
diss this, diss that, all i hear is chit+chat
got the weed burnin’, i’m at a loss for words
run up to me, you wanna fight? it’s gon’ be a motherf+ckin’ hurtin’
we ain’t take no breaks, all my wiggas keep on workin’
feel like i’m royce 5’9″, oh success is certain
first you gon’ end this drama
then you take a b+tch to carrabba’s
then you take her to bahamas
make that ho yell like a llama
who tryna start some drama?
y’all wanna make my vomit
y’all ain’t goin’ up to the sky
your main wigga always gossip
“innovation in your dna”?
that is such bullsh+t
n0body wants to deal with an idiot that is such bogus
i got money in the bank, i got all these franklins
i got money in the bank, money in the bank, wigga
[outro]
go and do the ad+libs
yeah, i’m gon’ do the ad+libs
i got money in the bank, money in the bank
i got money in the bank, f+ck you mean, b+tch
eazi+klu the coolest dj on the motherf+ckin’ planet

- ace og lyrics

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