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beezi montana - married2money lyrics

[chorus: beezi montana]
i’m married to money
i love when we cuddle
i love them hundreds, running up commas
they coming in by the bundle
making love to these numbers
my pockets on bubble, making it double
yes, you can come get you a couple
me and money a good couple

[verse 1: beezi montana]
in love with money, don’t you understand
need a rubberband to wrap around them bands
f-ck going out, i love counting up
might switch the whip, might mount it up
married to it, got a wedding ring
giving good to me, got me everything
i got love for ms. mary jane
but ain’t no cheating on my main thang
might catch me laid back chilling
smoking dope, i don’t blow the [?]
i will never fold, never break the code
tryna save money, not save hoes
grinding hard, got on the same clothes that a n-gga had on yesterday
pulling moves, tryna get some food
and a p-ssy n-gga better not touch the plate
it’s a homerun when i touch the plate
if you ain’t talking money, it ain’t much to say
gotta smoke a blunt before i brush my t–th
and gotta count a stack before i wash my face
everyday i wake up on a money mission, everything i want i’m finna go and get it
them stupid bands i be playing with it
all in them [?] when i be laying in it

[chorus]
i’m married to money
i love when we cuddle
i love them hundreds, running up commas
they coming in by the bundle
making love to these numbers
my pockets on bubble, making it double
yes, you can come get you a couple
me and money a good couple

[verse 2: sp-ceman t]
you n-ggas in trouble, my money done doubled
these hundreds i trust ’em, f-ck n-ggas can’t trust ’em
these hundreds important
we f-ck and we cuddle, on top of the covers
got two types of hundreds, the blues and the old ones
i can’t ever fold em, my pockets is swollen
your b-tch she was stolen, ben franklin stolen
let’s f-ck up some commas, she f-ck with them stunnas
cause she know we got it, i’m plugged to the socket
straight trappin’ and dabbin’, yeah that’s not an option
trap sound like an option, more green on me like i’m playing for boston
speaking ’bout robbing, you better be cautious
sp-ceman the kid ain’t taking no losses
burner on me leave you smoking like coffee
smoking on gas, you can smell this sh-t on me
stunt gang the team, my n-ggas 10 hundred
commas so long, my sh-t [?]
mo’ money mo’ money, i keep this sh-t coming
[?]. i keep this sh-t on me
my [?], now your b-tch she feeling me
she saw the money, now your b-tch she feeling me

- beezi montana lyrics

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