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blocboy jb - money & hoes lyrics

[intro: blocboy jb]
yeah, yeah
pft, ha
dj victoriouz with me in the building
yeah

[chorus: blocboy jb]
money and hoes (hoes)
reminiscing ’bout the days when i was kickin’ them doors (doors)
we have to work in them trenches and we have some pots on the stove (word)
i laid a n+gga down then i stretched him, i’m up in robbery mode (that’s on my momma)

[verse: blocboy jb]
i got the strap in the mink coat (coat)
shot him five times, that’s a cinco (huh?)
put that boy in the water, aye let’s go find nemo
we get to the ticket like pink notes (whoa)
you smoke gas tell what type of herb though (gas)
f+ck your b+tch then i pass it a swervo’ (swerve)
’bout that action but we not a verb though
smokin’ dope, gettin’ geek with your b+tch, she a nerd hoe (huh?)
my choppa red like a bell though
im in la smokin’ dope up on melrose (gang)
i get this paper, no mail though
jeepers creepers in the field like a scarecrow (scarecrow)
if you bookin’ bn and 150 we need them six digits so we need 150 (ooh)
we tote them choppas, hand guns with the mops
you n+ggas ain’t got a fifty (huh?)
water diamonds hit like the pacific (‘cific)
when i was young, momma told me i’m gifted (gifted)
sippin’ lean got me tipsy (leanin’)
on the hustle, my n+gga, i’m feeling like nipsey (huh?)
two liter, pour a pepsi (pepsi)
b+tch tell me what is your beverage? (beverage)
i shot a boy and put him underwater, i turned a n+gga into a sh+llfish (doh+doh+doh)
[chorus: blocboy jb]
mo+mo+money and hoes (hoes)
reminiscing bout the days when i was kickin’ them doors (doors)
we have to work in them trenches and we have some pots on the stove (word)
i laid a n+gga down then i stretched him, i’m up in robbery mode (that’s on my momma)

[verse 2: g herbo]
uh, rich but i’m still n+gga
i hang with real k!llers
if i say they gon’ deal with you (grra)
when i was ten, my pop said a tommy, i ain’t talkin’ hilfiger
saw my first ten, it turn into a hundred, but now i got real figures
touch seven figures and independent (bop)
i ain’t see no shootouts, i was really in it
can’t go to the hood, ’cause police really want me
ain’t seen my lil’ n+gga and them in a minute
saw these photos, my blood bro off [?]
since ’09, he been a lil’ menace
if i call him on the phone, we gon’ get busy
had to high speed ’cause i [?]
shoutouts my big bro, but just like he lil’ broski
i’ma pop out with that lil’ glizzy
i’m in the stu house right now with the gang
my son in la ’cause he really miss me
first i was just ridin’ a lambo truck
but i had to cash out ’cause that b+tch fit me
and i don’t try to be on that gangster sh+t
but i can’t get it a round of this, just in me
[chorus: blocboy jb]
mo+mo+money and hoes (hoes)
reminiscing bout the days when i was kickin’ ’em doors (get down)
we have to work in ’em trenches and we have some pots on the stove (word)
i laid a n+gga down then i stretched him, i’m up in robbery mode (that’s on my momma)

[outro: g herbo, blocboy jb]
gang
yo bloc that’s my motherf+ckin’ brother on foenem
money and hoes
money and hoes
money and hoes
money and hoes
dj victoriouz with me in the building

- blocboy jb lyrics

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