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curreny - mo money lyrics

loud money
macho money
stunt money
show money
blow money
dough money
your money, no money

i do my thing in the booth, the streets know
you hear my chains in the booth, i wear my gold
you pull upfront and your b-tch lift up them dough
she all about that jet life so f-ck y’all
these b-tches know i’m stunting anywhere i go
and when you’re coming in if we can’t smoke
f-ck your rules, i’m too cool for that bro
i buy the building, throw you out the backdoor
carlito shouldn’t have let benny back on gold
cause everywhere you turn they coming for your dro
that’s why i keep my circle tight, the jet life is the new cipher
bending corners, breaking b-tches, making dough
coming up

loud money
macho money
stunt money
show money
blow money
dough money
your money no money

dough money, that’s paperweight
loose leave my paper straight
seeing those and they face to face
shining n-gg-, no paper plates
silver back we’re not silver spoon
business man but i’m still a goon
i’m rolling, n-gg-, like wheelbarrows
y’all joke n-gg-s like will farrels
my money stupid like leo darryl
y’all bank account is getting real narrow
i f-ck the deal, up and run at night
vampire on that life
and i know you hate my guts, bro
cause i got everything you want in life
waking up and i’m counting up
cause that mula is my morning rite
and my morning right and my evening good
when my evening good then my family eating
my family, get sanity
that sanity is that man to me
and that man to me know what he said to me
man as me and no damage me
i don’t plan to leave and no baggage either
n-gg- didn’t give no bands to me
i’ve got

loud money
macho money
stunt money
show money
blow money
dough money
your money no money.

young roddy]
i’ve got dice money, got c-ke money, got on the run lay low money
i’m a pimp fool take your ho money
gon’ use this sh-t for my smoke money
like d bo i take yo money i’m still spending my old money
old boy can’t f-ck with me this lil n-gg- gettin blown money
got long paper i smash her good she askin me if i’m on somethin
i make bread f-ck with my dope get beat out like you stole somethin
them cops keep on harr-ssin’ me try question me i don’t know nothin’
this juvenile and young rod this bells b-tch we got loads of money
ain’t trade i got a bowl of mary i kill the block b-tch bl–dy mary
jet life the new rockafeller my shoe box full of mozzarella
got stuntin’ money for my snow bunny back then i had no money
until i touched a little blow money had to re up to make mo money

loud money
macho money
stunt money
show money
blow money
dough money
your money no money.

- curreny lyrics

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