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don meeno - front runners lyrics

[intro: jimmy johnson]
yea i love my money
yea i’m baking, selling pies to get rich
i can turn five into 6ix
cause i love my money
yea i love my money
turn ten into twenty
turn a dub into forty
she in love with woadie
she don’t f-ck with jodies
cause i love my money
yea i love my money
turn ten to twenty
turn that dub to forty
cause i love my money
yea i love my money

[verse 1: jimmy johnson]
and i guess that’s why i stay fresher
top notch pimp, get the most not the lesser
keep a nine on my dresser
certified finesser, so now i’m f-ckin’ with them p-rnstars
adios to my old broads
muscle on strong like them ol’ cars
brick worth a lot like a gold bar
got work, now shorty tryna bl-w j-bs
nascar jimmy! i be flexing f-ck [?]
and my shorty still water whippin’
i’m just posted like the coastguard
coast to coast like the point guard
no flaws swear i go hard
now my bands turned paper, so i gotta keep ’em rubbers
even though my b-tch p-ssy clean
she still from the gutter
bad b-tch, she my lil’ lady lover
now i break bread with her baby brother
she stretch all the b-tter, she cook like no other
(she stretch all the b-tter!)
see, i always knew that i need a project b-tch
(i need a project b-tch)
cause a posh b-tch won’t stick, when your pies don’t flip
but you know my pies flip!

[hook: jimmy johnson]
cause i love my money
yea i love my money
(i love it, i love it)
turn ten to twenty
(turn ten into twenty)
turn ten to twenty
(turn ten into twenty!)
cause i love my money
(i love it, i love, i love it [x3])
yea i love my money
yea i’m baking selling pies to get rich
(to get rich!)
i can turn five into 6ix
(i can turn five into 6ix!)
i love it (x18)

[verse 2: don meeno]
ain’t sh-t been the same in the 6ix man
since drizzy made the whole city famous! (whole city famous!)
coach put me in the game playing sixth man
west end n-gga now i’m feelin’ like i made it (like i made it!)
i’ma f-ck around and drop ’bout 80 on the majors
breaking records like i’m kobe on the lakers
for the record, i was talking ’bout the labels n-gga
f-ck it, ‘gon park up the mercedes
lines tapped, they f-cking with the cables
pray to god i don’t fall out with my angels
cause lucifer been promising me favors
and i just gave the jesus piece a brand new facial
my sense of grind and hustle man that sh-t should motivate you
cause i love my money
yea i love my money
i love my money
yea i love my money
broke n-gga wanna know what my name is
tell him check his girlfriend ipod playlist
a lot of haters, a lot of paper
sak pase to my haitians
i got a b-tch who only talk balenciaga’s and margiela’s
these n-ggas talking more than cats who work at the car centres
black panamera got me looking like ozzy osbourne n-gga
i’m on, i’m gone, i’m gone

[bridge: jimmy johnson]
i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone (long gone)
i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone (so long gone)
i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone (i’m gone!)
i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone (swear to god that i’m gone)

[verse 3: don meeno + jimmy johnson]
i’m whippin’ it, like i need me a stretcher [jimmy johnson]
i’m flippin’ it, like my b-tch acrobatic [don meeno]
i’m dippin’ in, that brand new fresh tesla [jimmy johnson]
the president, i won the election [don meeno]
them benjamin’s, i got the connection [jimmy johnson]
i’m rippin’ it, tryna f-ck me a check up [don meeno]
i’m hittin’ em, applying the pressure [jimmy johnson]
i’m whippin’ it, till i’m done with the extras! [don meeno]

[hook: jimmy johnson]
cause i love my money, i love my money
i love my money, yea i love my money
i love it, i love it, i love it, i love it, i love it, i love it
yea i love my money, you know i love my money

[outro: don meeno]
ouu i love this paper!
ouu i love this money!
d-mn i love the grind!
d-mn i love this flexing!
yea i love it! i love it! i love it!
d-mn i love this paper!
f-ck i love this money!
i love it! i love it! i love it!…

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