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christi – money over bitches lyrics

[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b+tches
your b+tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n+gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit+list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n+ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

{verse 1]
hold up
yeah i left that b+tch she wasn’t acting right
told that b+tch i need my sp+ce like a satellite
n+gga diss me or my n+ggas he gonna die tonight
i’m a big flame, n+gga you a candlelight
money over b+tches n+gga till my life is over
i don’t got no feelings told that b+tch that i’m a soldier
she asked if i love her had to ask if she was sober
n+gga i’ve been built to get the paper like a folder
get the cash, chase a bag
milli on me i don’t even need to brag
cashing out and i don’t even check the tag
take his b+tch yeah i leave that n+gga sad
say she like my vibe, yeah she say she like my energy
i be getting money that’s why all these n+ggas envy me
i be balling n+gga so you know that i’m the mvp
n+gga i’m the greatest like the n+gga wearing 23
[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b+tches
your b+tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n+gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit+list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n+ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

[verse 2]
ok pull up in designer
all my money major n+gga all your money minor
forgot i was the greatest, pull the cash out and remind her
all these n+ggas fake they’ll sell you out for some v+g+n+
he say he a k!ller but i know that boy a liar
get the ak, push a n+gga back like a recliner
young n+gga rapping n+gga all my tracks are fire
ain’t no competition you other n+ggas should retire
y’all n+ggas expired
stack it up, i get the cash and i stack it up
trying to keep up with my pace you ain’t fast enough
you’ll get shot up in your head you keep acting tough
too many b+tches in my car they be lapping up
i got 12 b+tches sitting in the v12
keep a strap across my shoulder like a seat+belt
my n+ggas demons, if you test us you gonna see h+ll
get the money by myself i don’t need help
[chorus]
always counting riches, money over b+tches
your b+tch love the money and i’m granting all her wishes
if that n+gga dissing he gonna end up on my hit+list
perfect accuracy you know christi never misses
yeah i never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
all these n+ggas plot but i cannot be stopped
getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
cash that i got, like i’m savage a lot

- christi lyrics

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