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blokka $olo - p.$.w lyrics

hood trophies

this is albucrazy!

[mannymack]

p+ssy money weed
baby that’s all i need
money, cars and clothes
baby that’s all i know
get money get mo
get money get mo
get money get mo
get money get mo

i got my mind on my money, money on my mind
got my ducks put em all in a line
better get your hoe she be wastin’ my time
can’t put no b+tch ahеad of my grind
say it like
somethin’ wrong when thе bag ain’t right
i can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t shine
i’d be d+mned if i sit reclined
watchin’ you get yours while i doesn’t get mine
nah
more money more problems
(mm)
no money can’t solve them
money make the whole world go round
i can put that sh+t on my mama
(mm)
dope got em bangin’ my line
make them tap in like 3 or 4 times
can’t trust your word i’m too used to the lies
can’t say too much when it comes to the grind
p+ssy money weed
baby that’s all i need
money, cars and clothes
baby that’s all i know
get money get mo
get money get mo
get money get mo
get money get mo

[dac tha plug]

get money get more check the scoreboard winnin’
i heard these n+ggas on the block but i been out spinnin’
glock hot, i’m a felon and i still rock with it
i’m moving packs across state lines, free my n+ggas
ship a load to the fans, gotta feed my k!llas
what could i say, i live the life of a real ass n+gga
break a b+tch like a brick have her walkin’ a mile
she say i ain’t sh+t got me out here crackin’ a smile
double cup in this b+tch with the bands on me
now i been poppin’ and hot i need a fan on me
takin’ all chances, more money make it happen
glock with a switch have your favorite rapper dancin’
connection with them n+ggas who be real life scammin’
oh that’s your baby mama? why the f+ck she out here dancing?
crazy
thought that i was finished, you must be out of your mind
you snitch n+ggas had dac face+ facing a dime
[mannymack]

talking bout
p+ssy money weed
baby that’s all i need
money, cars and clothes
baby that’s all i know
get money get mo
get money get mo
get money get mo
get money get mo
talking bout
p+ssy money weed
baby that’s all i need
money, cars and clothes
baby that’s all i know
get money get mo
get money get mo
get money get mo
get money get mo

[blokka $olo]

all this money in my hands turned my ass to a demon
all my young n+ggas like to gl!ck blue beam it
n+ggas know what happened to the last n+gga schemin’
smoked his whole pack got a n+gga really fienin’
thumbin’ through these hunnids yeah my pockets love crackers
i’m a g baby like the green bay packers
n+gga every set k!ller boy i stand on that k
big boy drummer f+ck a n+gga gotta say?
tote them big boy trophies n+ggas know we really run sh+t
n+ggas better pay me just to show up to their functions
b+tch it’s the gvng and we really do this here
trap stars in the sky like george lucas here
(trap stars)
n+ggas sw+ngin’ in that thang with the choppies
ain’t no drip but that drank finna drop me
for sh+t sho i got blood on my shak+tee
but it ain’t mine, mama know i keep that knock g
n+gga albuquerque nights turned to suge knights
fire hangin’ out the window like vanilla ice
yeah that mck got some headlights
free my n+gga on this track servin’ fed time
f+ck my opps need a foreign just to crash it
f+ck your dream b+tch it don’t matter…
yeah
told his b+tch throw that ass i’mma catch it
f+ck around b+tch i might pass it
yeah
enemy pack got my eyes bloodshot
light another blunt ‘fore the blunt stop
ugh ugh
why they do him like that? blokka so hot
think it’s weezy f with the motherf+ckin’ red dot
bad b+tch steal for me she a keeper
made a hunnid thousand on features
she like “why my man ain’t made that?”
he a jake, he a lefty gunplay, he a tweeker
[mannymack]

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