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buunkin - $$god lyrics

gimme the money god
gimme the money

raise your glasses everyone
let’s take a shot

let’s raise your glasses give thanks to this motha f+ck

gimme the money god
gimme the money god
gimme the money

hey

let me get that cheque please
i ain’t paying for none of this
steak tasting like rubbish
spit the sh+t out of my mouth
and i cover it
b+tch at the waitress a n+gga have fun with it
embarrass yo b+tch while we out in public
who told you to call me by douglas
stuck my d+ck up in a b+tch she gon
need her some crutches
she ain’t walk+in for months a b+tch says f+ck this
you live and you learn that’s some old sh+t
bout to go shoot me some guns at the range this sh+t be loaded and pointed
learn how to play the game
these n+ggas are sh+t they stains
roll up the gas and i puff on that b+tch and
that smoke go right to the brain
f+ck on a b+tch and she needing a cane
she chew on a perk to relief all the pain
watch how the attitude change
thick as a book flipping out more than a page
this b+tch is insane should have been you to be locked in a cage
got into an altercation caught a case
glad they still allow me in the states
pull up with a milk crate it look bate
daughter and father i wait
sunday service they filling the plate and i’m asking god to give me the money
gimme the money god
gimme the money god
gimme the money
gimme the money

it’s just a pray and all i’m asking is for a little bit of swipe pockets son

just need some swipe pockets son

gimme the money god
gimme the money
gimme the money god

gentle jesus meek a mile look upon this little child pitty my simplicity please do not suffer me to come to thee .. amen

- buunkin lyrics

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