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elcamino, 38 spesh & harry fraud – money in the mattress lyrics

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verse 1: elcamino:

uh + la musica de harry fraud
only young n+gga you know
they still keep a bundle for the fiends
pullin’ up hittin’ l!cks in whips from overseas + skrrrrr
only pull my d+ck out to p+ss on money trees and bad b+tches you wouldn’t understand, kid, ’cause you never had b+tches + never
i played the back block, in the porsche + skrr
made the power move in two, now we in the forefront
was kids watchin’ scooby+doo
it ain’t about what you know, it’s who you knew + you know me n+gga
i still pray like a judas do extendin’ the clip
f+ck it long as the sh+t removable it stay on the hip + word?
pants saggin’ got my b+tch baggin’ up work in a orderly fashion + bag up babe
quick turned into shame daddy rappin’ was static
i was gettin’ the bag before i was established
beams, clips and bullets i still keep the gadgets
yachts, bentleys and jewels sh+t you couldn’t imagine
i get me a tool i finna let ’em have it
i’m still a king i sip henny out the chalice + wha?
in the 600 benz smokin’ a yasis + skrr
missin’ runts and grunts i’m smokin’ gasses
if i die, sh+t, the money in the mattress
chorus: elcamino:

i’m from a block where the fiends say the word hit oh so good, oh so good
even when the slow sh+t we movin’ on the low man i’m always in the hood, i’m always in the hood
when i was dead broke n+gga i ain’t have a clue lettin’ days go by, days go by
clutchin’ on my grip, still heavy on the hip this finna be a homicide, finna be a homicide

verse 2: 38 spesh

huh, ayo, before i had a bank account i had mattress money
my first check had to have my b+tch cash it for me
sellin’ crack for this rap sh+t was mastered fully
made cash from cookies, ski mask and hoodies, huh
pounds on top of pounds like they was hashtags
a full pound and 40 pounds in a trash bag
shot up the 6 series, made him crash fast
put a long arm to a 6 like it’s half past, huh
you flash cash that belong to another man
your whole stash could fit inside a rubberband
go kick that woke sh+t to another man
i’m worried ’bout the motherload not the motherland
last time i had beef he deceased, if it wasn’t for police i wouldn’t leave the streets
i’m michael corleone of the east, setting up a meeting with the boss to k!ll him and leave a piece, trust

chorus:
i’m from a block where the fiends say the word hit oh so good, oh so good
even when the slow sh+t we movin’ on the low man i’m always in the hood, i’m always in the hood
when i was dead broke n+gga i ain’t have a clue lettin’ days go by, days go by
clutchin’ on my grip, still heavy on the hip this finna be a homicide, finna be a homicide



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