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chri$tian (rapper) - money lyrics

look, my n+ggas all bad, my n+ggas all real
i ride on his d+ck in some big tall heels
big fat checks, big large bills
front, i’ll flip like ten cartwheels
cold ass n+gga, i give broads chills
ten different looks and my looks all k!ll
i kiss him in the mouth, i feel all grills
he eat in the car, that’s meals on wheels (woo)

i was born to flex (yes)
diamonds on my neck
i like boardin’ jets, i like mornin’ s+x (woo)
but nothing in this world that i like more than checks (money)
all i really wanna see is the (money)
baby i don’t really need the d, i need the (money)
all a bad b+tch need is the (money flow)
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
bustin’ out the roof
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
touch me, i’ll shoot (bow)
shake a lil ass (money)
get a little bag and take it to the store (store, money)
get a little cash (money)
shake it real fast and get a little more (money)
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
bustin’ out the roof
i got bands in the coupe (brrr)
bustin’ out the roof (christian)
i gotta fly, i need a jet, sh+t
i need room for my legs
i got a baby, i need some money, yeah
i need cheese for my egg
all y’all b+tches in trouble
bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
i heard that christian went pop
yeah, i did go pop (pop)
that’s me bustin’ they bubble
i’m dasani with the drip
baby mommy with the clip
walk out follie’s with a b+tch
bring a thottie to the whip
if she fine or she thick, godd+mn
walkin’ past the mirror, ooh
d+mn, i’m fine (fine)
let a b+tch try me, boom (boom)
hammer time, uh

i was born to flex (yes)
diamonds on my neck
i like boardin’ jets, i like mornin’ s+x (woo)
but nothing in this world that i like more than checks (money)
all i really wanna see is the (money)
i don’t really need the d, i need the (money)
all a bad b+tch need is the (money flow)
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
bustin’ out the roof
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
touch me, i’ll shoot (bow)
shake a lil ass (money)
get a little bag and take it to the store (store, money)
get a little cash (money)
shake it real fast and get a little more (money)
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
bustin’ out the roof
i got bands in the coupe (brrr)
touch me, i’ll shoot (bow)
b+tch, i will pop on your pops (your pops)
b+tch, i will pop on whoever (brrr)
you know who pop the most sh+t? (who?)
the people whose sh+t not together (okay)
you’da bet christian a freak (freak)
all my pajamas is leather (uh)
b+tch, i will black on your ass (yeah)
wakanda forever
sweet like a honey bun, spit like a tommy gun
rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
christian at the tip+top, b+tch
kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (mwah)
jump it down, back it up (ooh, ayy)
make that n+gga put down 2k
i like my n+ggas dark like d’ussé
he gonna eat this ass like soufflé

i was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
i like boardin’ jets, i like mornin’ s+x
but nothing in this world that i like more than christian
all i really wanna see is the (money)
i don’t really need the d, i need the (money)
all a bad b+tch need is the
c.c.k (woo)

(money)
money
(money)
(money)
(money)
(money)
(money)
(money)

- chritian rapper lyrics

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