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g. twilight - stoopid cash lyrics

[chorus {in chop n’ skrew voice}]
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
rip+off city, my n+ggas on the mash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
rip+off city, my n+ggas on the mash
(now let’s get back to business)

[verse 1: g. twilight]
i gotta get it in them large amounts
stocks, bonds, six+figure bank accounts
pistol in my lap as i drive, i’m cautious
used to love this ghetto streets, but now they make me nauseous
so i’m saving my money from this straight drop crack
and then i leave detroit
i won’t come back
noddin’ off at red lights on the the first and the third
you’ll get left on the curb
if i give a word
money’s the only logical reason for violence
and if i havе to use a pistol, it’s gon’ be silencеd
“rich dad, poor dad”, big money, i’m gettin’ it
makin’ power moves, i’m financially literate
f+ck a liability, i only buy assets
those who try to stop the money, wind up in the casket
i’m a stupid motherf+cka, but i’m smart with my money
and if you don’t wanna die, don’t take nothin’ from me
[chorus {in chop n’ skrew voice}]
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
rip+off city, my n+ggas on the mash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
rip+off city, my n+ggas on the mash
(now let’s get back to business)

[verse 2: g. twilight]
stocks, bonds, ipos, dividends
i’m so glad mama didn’t put me on ritalin
f+ck the n+ggas you shot, how much money you got?
why you catchin’ cases? i’m countin’ big faces
sh+t, n+gga, please, i got enough guns
to fill the empire state building full of $1’s
supply curve, demand curve, gdp
business administration, wc3
i’m slangin’ b+lls, ounces, eighties, and half bricks
i’m slangin’ everything, n+gga, even dimes and nicks
f+ck a sole proprietorship, i’m a conglomerate
crush mothaf+ckas ‘fore they even get started
open up a spot with that b+ttery yayo
it melt so good that the fiends can’t say no, like i said before
i’m smart with my money
and if you don’t wanna die, don’t take nothin’ from me (don’t do it n+gga)
[chorus {in chop n’ skrew voice}]
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
rip+off city, my n+ggas on the mash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
rip+off city, my n+ggas on the mash
(now let’s get back to business)

[verse 3: kurt+kurt]
okay, call me a young n+gga, call me a dumb n+gga
when i throw the stacks, they callin’ me a stupid n+gga
’cause i get it stupid, n+gga, what you think i’m stupid?
n+gga, short me on my dough? i bet i f+ckin’ pull it, n+gga
on my d+ck lately, hoes don’t play me
n+ggas gettin’ mad ’cause i’m f+ckin’ they lady
sh+t don’t phase me, i’m up in my zone
get rich, boy, you need your f+ckin’ head on
i’m in the streets crazy, the hood gon’ bang me
my n+ggas gettin’ money, it’s f+ck you, pay me
linwood baby, do you know what i rep?
aa+12 ready for a n+ggas chest
the game is like chess, so you gotta play smart
some ain’t real, so you gotta stay apart
and this is real sh+t, i never been broke
you n+ggas lookin’ crazy, prayin’ for some hope
[chorus {in chop n’ skrew voice}]
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
rip+off city, my n+ggas on the mash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
stupid ass n+ggas gettin’ stupid ass cash
rip+off city, my n+ggas on the mash
(now let’s get back to business)

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