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doe b - trashbag money lyrics

[hook x2]
trashbag money, please don’t get me started
nothing but racks up in this bag this ain’t no garbage
shoebox money, please don’t get me started
fill to the top with 100’s ain’t no jordans

[verse 1: doe b]
trashbags money talking gl-ss backs money
remix everything this ain’t never swag money
momma said boy you act like you ain’t never had money
birdman money i’m talking cash money
and when i grow up i wanna be a millionaire
shoebox money man i got about 50 pair
fill those with 100s ain’t no 20’s, ain’t no 50’s
and my clientèle jumping cause my 20’s look like (fishes?)
sold a diamond to a dummy then i cash that on a bricky
remix i brought a quarter bag like robert griffin
walking with them trash bags like i am working for the city
n-gga check that shoe box them ain’t no motherf-ckin timberlands

[verse 2: jr boss]
counting all this d-mn money, man my hand hurt
grand daddy purp, got my next tail chirping
bring it to your front door call it curb serving
put me in the hall of fame, a young george gervin
all this sh-t i sold, i should have been a pharmacist
just make sure your money straight or i can front ya sh-t
ever seen a trap n-gga do a magic trick
me with it strong 18 to a 36
i got swipers that turn regret to a hoodlum
n-gga playing with that work, he gonna have problems
n-gga mad about his b-tch because she swaller
(thawing food?) situation what we call her
trashbag money please don’t get me started
that’s the main reason why i tote this forty
two bad b-tches and they both foreign
around the world touring but i am not a artist

[hook x2]

[verse 3: perry boi]
nothing but hustler around me, that’s just how we do it
i smoke nothing but irene, don’t p-ss me that boojy
perry boi, solid hood, n-gga the streets were my influence
post it up, lil harver circle k all the way to stuart
got a little girl in this world, no time for the bullsh-t
thinking i ain’t gonna f-ck you over, boy that ludacris
i’ma pull your car n-gga and f-ck your broad n-gga
and take your soul from ya because you ain’t got no heart n-gga
i was 16 when i touched something hard n-gga
and i was 17 when i caught that charge n-gga
i knew you was a b-tch-made that why i won’t f-ck wit ya
cbm, we got it out the mud gutter n-gga yep

[hook x2]

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