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br-b - money tree lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m f-cking this world, yeah, man, you know that i’m doing it right
stacking up my money to an all new kind of f-cking height
go in on this b-tch and i be there until the end of night
shoot you in the eyes and then you know that i am outta sight
dark meat on the inside, i do not care if my skin is white
spin all of my screws and i’m like a wh0r- cause i am not tight
girls ask me the length of my d-ck
they say, “one foot, two foot?”
let’s create a new foot
how about three yards of feet
that’s about two of my d-ck
i want that big cash, whips fast, and the thick -ss
and gold plated fillings, not silver or br-ss
it seems like my whole life, i’m coming in last
but now i’m living for the future, not thinking bout the past
and my girl say she love me
and yeah, that make me happy
but nothing make me feel the way i do when she say she need me
all the time she wants to see me
but that’s just average, i want an a or a b
because i wanna be one of the great grades at the top of the scale
suck on the devil’s d-ck, what doing, girl? f-cking h-ll!
you don’t know how much sin you in when you begin
to let him in and stay a min’ then go again
and if you want my love then this my final offer
don’t think that i forgot how to make you holler
even if it cost me 95 dollars and i had to get a surgery to make my d-ck taller
one, two, three, four
i think that i am gon’ go get some more
of this weed and this crack and the drugs that i love
if you ask me which ones, i say all the above and you know

[hook]
i don’t f-cking care what you may say about me
all i’m doing is making money
so get out my way, just let me be
i have to work for my place in life, it ain’t free
and all of you that think you’re better than me
i already know there’s bigger fish in the sea
but eventually, i’ll be in a museum for a fee
for you all to find out how i grew my money tree

[verse 2]
if everyone was perfect, no one would be average
thirty-four b-tches on my d-ck, that’s some mad sh-t
none of you all have even had all this action
in your lifetime, and now the time of your life is p-ssin’
b-tches so wet that they all just dry up
then they try to divorce me, glad i had a pre-nup
this time i blew a load all over the place, time for cleanup
you’d think with the disses i throw out, i’d get beat up
but that sleight of hand on my gun makes my reflex speed up
i’m dishing out these lyrics so you the one to eat up
i p-ss a river, not a stream
and i’m living the dream
even though sometimes, it seems a little extreme
and i say, “yo-yo,” got that p-ssy on a string
so it comes back to me then i do my thing
oh, yeah, bangarang
i’m about to pound your lady like sixteen ounces
she looks like a cougar to me, and yeah, she pounces
and i’m so hot, but i can’t smoke weed, though
it always burns right up, they don’t p-ss it to me, yo
now the devil, he tries to plan us
we might think he gives answers
to all the questions of life
and the problems it hands us
seems when we relax he just fans us
and then we smooth cause he sands us
but what we need is some jesus
to serve to shelter and feed us
i write verses, not stanzas
all you just put your hands up
and then all the d-cks go inside your mouth
and after that is when they travel south
yeah, all you sl-ts know what that’s about
so make sure they all know they need to pull out
and if you think i’m amazing, then you should meet my friends
cause they’re all so sh-tty that that thought never ends
you can tell that i ain’t white trash
cause i know how to make that big cash
just like johnny, and i also smoke the has
and get the munchies, so grab the chips and smash
and i’m the best rapper ever, though
you play me on the stereo
i rap about my b-tch be low
this be the time when i really flow
like the p-ssy of a ho on her perio’
now, one time, i heard a guy say batteries taste like -ss
so i guess that’s why all the -ssh0l-s are who have power
it seems like they all rose to it in only an hour
they didn’t even have to take twenty-four like jack bauer
thinking about that makes my sh-t turn sour, and by the way

[hook]

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