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bikkab – get money 0 fuks lyrics

[intro]
(iyin [?])
even if they ain’t do sh+t, just say, “thanks” (yeah, yeah)
you could probably not be sh+t, but you gon’ up ranks
don’t leave the paper blank, it’s time to f+cking think (yeah, yeah)
i don’t give f+ck what you think, n+gga, i’m stuffin’ banks (yeah, yeah)
don’t give no f+cks, just do thanksgiving, that bank hitting
i may sin but never same sin again (yeah)

[chorus]
give money don’t give no f+cks (give no f+ck)
keep a pistol tucked (pistol tucked)
save your shake, good luck (yeah)
that power just waiting for us (yeah)
lil’ ho don’t do too much, i like how you make them hips stride (yeah)
big bands, got more then enough, you can get this rich when you don’t give f+cks (yеah)

[verse 1]
all i know is win, alright
stop a p+ssy, i ain’t got no fright
b+tch, stack it up big, big ass heights
yes, being brokе is kryptonite
they tryna say money evil, but i can’t even be scared ’cause i’m too aware
i got glocks, beware
i’ll face off with a bear, n+gga, i swear
gettin’ money anywhere, i’m on some sh+t that can’t compare
i ain’t say my gang was fair
i’m a king, the biggest type of chair
i’m so high that if you’re low, i’m not even there
with his ho, and we connect as easy pair, yeah
[chorus]
give money don’t give no f+cks (give no f+ck)
keep a pistol tucked (tucked)
save your shake, good luck
that power just waiting for us
lil’ ho don’t do too much, i like how you make them hips stride (yeah, yeah)
big bands, got more then enough, you can get this rich when you don’t give f+cks (yeah)

[verse 2]
i don’t dread a thing, it’s interlock
she promote my sh+t on tiktok
but step back, don’t get popped
i done stepped into the top
finna put some diamond rocks up on my momma neck
yeah, b’ finna wake up flexed
big bands, we fool a f+ggot
hit my door, it flyin’ like a jet
b+tch, i’m a god, need to respect
a billion can’t even get my contract
young n+gga, f+ckin’ sh+t up like combat
i ain’t even worried about hoes, they come back
i got the za, yeah, tell her come get that
yeah, i’m the realist and that is the fact
i’m with the gang, we sippin’ on act’
she suckin’ my blood, i call her the drac’ (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
give money don’t give no f+cks (yeah)
keep a pistol tucked (yeah)
save your shake, good luck (yeah)
that power just waiting for us (yeah)
lil’ ho don’t do too much, i like how you make them hips stride (yeah)
big bands, got more then enough, you can get this rich when you don’t give f+cks (yeah)

[verse 3]
wake up and f+ck somethin’ up, hm
wake up on t, so i’m up, hm (yeah)
you don’t like it, just see somethin’ else
you ain’t know this young n+gga do it himself? (yeah)
ha+ha, everyday chase some wealth
huh, prada off of the shelf (yeah)
f+ck a bad b+tch, she is a milf (bank)
breaking the bank, now she need some help (yeah)
throw out yo’ car, my sh+t dif’
kick ass, give me my belt
i move the pack like flash (yeah)
these hoes are now doing digital dash
if they wan’ strip, the money got mass
she wanna strip, she havin’ that ass (yeah)
don’t even talk, you broke as glass
and b+tch, i’m rich as f+ck (yeah)
’cause i don’t give a f+ck
i don’t carry broke, i’m holding riches (uh)
[outro]
yeah

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