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fat money - 3 headed monster lyrics

[intro]
(this ain’t never kg on the beat)

[verse 1: fat money]
i used to put r.i.p. on my snapback
put your ass on a white tee for the getback
his mama screamin’, her son wasn’t with that
bl!ck in the party, i f+ck up the kickback
aim at your neck, hit your face when it kick back
fifty a clip with a switch on the nick+nack
sh+t get to rainin’ like we where the strippers at
i’m droppin’ bags, i can’t go tit+for+tat
you show your hand, you gon’ die, this ain’t baccarat
i’m not that one rapper be with that rapper cap
4 put that boy on a poster like ja morant
all black the chopper, i’m bringin’ wakanda back
bin laden caught him, now he where osama at
scratchin’ the h+llcat, i nicknamed it doja cat
kel+tec’ll let off a hundred and fold it back
thinkin’ ’bout takin’ down a lean man
two hundred a line, i can’t go for that
walk him to his safe, make him open that
poke him and choke his ass out with the shoulder strap
used to sleep where the rats and the roaches at
got the bread, i popped out, where my toaster at?
sippin’ wock’ out the cup, where my coaster at?
f+ck a nike box, you need a tote for that
[verse 2: ceo trayle]
n+gga play, i pop out in his cul+de+sac
and i’m shootin’ the drac’, ain’t no foldin’ that
n+gga, how you even ate if you owe me that?
pull up, hop out [?], see the g.o.a.t. in that
baby mama be straight, know i owe her that
uh, catch a body, up score, ain’t no scorin’ back
[?] n+gga, call plays, i’m the quarterback
ayy, a switch for the glock, i couldn’t [?] order that
big c4 disturbing the peace, he ain’t goin’ to your honor to bring any order back
whippin’ like skrrt, he bringin’ the water back
n+ggas be like, “ayy, why i never thought of that?”
i took the b+tch to the island and brought her back
said baby 4 got a bl!ck and i bought him that
i got a couple of bricks and we sortin’ that
takin’ the dirty money to the laundromat

[verse 3: kingindemand]
i’m just a fresh prince chillin’ here with my migos
you thinkin’ carlton, i’m thinkin’ carlito
in uncle phil room breakin’ the kilo
i gotta talk in the codes ’cause they wanna stare in my mouth
told the plug that i’m cold and i’m locked out the house
sent a key to my house
i owe these n+ggas nothin’ but some bullets and guns
your b+tch when i’m done
havin’ no funds was really no fun
i ran up a dub while i was on the run
these n+ggas is b+tches, they lookin’ for clout, look
i get your baby mama brother whacked while sittin’ on the couch
please tell that lil’ boy watch his mouth
these hoes wanna talk, tell ’em to siri me
ain’t no levi, tell ’em amiri me
i had to buy me a suit and tie kinda early
’cause you know they be k!llin’ me
kingindemand, i’m screamin’ yk, i’m back in the mix
i can put that on the six
that’s why money waited to put me on the 6, gang
(6, gang)
(6, gang)

- fat money lyrics

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