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crudchapo - money on the flo lyrics

[verse 1: crudchapo]
all i wanted was a bust down, i got four of them
i guess she couldn’t choose me and bro, she f+cking both of us
lucky poured another duse, [?] we both [?]
glock make him throw up, let me catch you, i’ma roll up
these n+ggas tweet then delete the tweet, why the cold feet?
you say you in the beef, then bring the heat
watch me cook a treat, trick an opp, let him cop, watch him fall asleep
them n+ggas hate me but won’t say it, i won’t call it beef
my neck hurt, everywhere i go, my chain on
they [?] play that line, you getting banged on
i know the n+ggas hating broke, singing the same song
you don’t know the sauce for talking sauce, watch me play along
they shot the prices up, n+gga, what drout?
i’ll have a brick and buy a brick, so i’m never out
get too comfy and you sleep, bro just like a couch
my wrist a house, another house, and another house

[chorus: crudchapo]
if it’s money on the floor, it’s ’cause the yola jumping
i’ma cook it up in 20 lieder, overrun it
h+ll yeah the squad lit, i got the soldiers pumping
lay a pinky on my shoulder, and them soldiers gunning
if it’s money on the floor, it’s ’cause the yola jumping
i’ma cook it up in 20 lieder, overrun it
h+ll yeah the squad lit, i got the soldiers pumping
lay a pinky on my shoulder, and them soldiers gunning
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
catch him lacking in the field, i got my soldiers hunting
spent [?] on some pills, and [?] hustling
i’m up in [?], i’m with chapo, finna blow an onion
sware i need to stop sipping on drank, i got a bloated stomach
put a hundred in this b+tch, see what them choppers do
i got them praying up to god, see what them doctors do
50 thousand turn around, just when i’m stopping through
call and told the plug that’s what i like, i told him [?]
n+gga put me on a song, i put him on a t
my n+gga put me onto [?] i put him on the v
yeah, don’t give a f+ck about your pole, b+tch, i’ma [?]
i was doing push ups in the feds, and now i’m on tv
yeah, catch a n+gga on [?] run down his car
he keep talking ’bout his shooter, we gunned down the bar
all this water on my neck, look something like a voss
hundred hittas, got a hundred sticks when i jump out the car

- crudchapo lyrics

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