glam graham - for da money lyrics
kd, i don’t know why these thousand dollar air
new n+ggas keep playing games with me
no style humdrum clown ass n+gga
i been getting money since the 90s, check my track
prolly had yo b+tch on the track, and you on the corner wit a pack
glam graham
i got a team of bad b+tches and they nasty
love to take d+ck talk sh+t but they classy
hair and nails done dat’s da fashion
if you wanna f+ck betta have dat money flashin
pull up in a wraith high speed no crashin
smoke a whole blunt, get ya own i ain’t passin
big bank sh+t we just doin this for fun
big booty b+tch taste like bubblicious gum ugh
yeah i said it and i meant it who gone check me
got these hoes mad cause this music finna bless me
i don’t want the famе i just want them blue faces
cop mе some j’s black and white both races
you can’t show a stack you should keep ya mouth shut
b+tch you dirty and you whack i consider you a mutt
i ain’t ever seen you make a purchase since i met you
wanna talk sh+t but you broke so what dat mouth do
this goes out to all my bad ass b+tches
get up on ya feet rock dat n+gga out his britches
make dat booty bounce ooh sh+t so delicious
get ya bread up save all of yo riches
twerk, twerk for da money
twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk for da money
now twerk, twerk, twerk for da money
get ya bag up lil mama don’t be twerking for free
ass phat but my pockets is too
i can spend a check n+gga what about you
on god i’m a beast i deserve dis sh+t
throw salt in the game watch me curve dat sh+t
earrings cost more than ya monthly rent
people pray for me to win b+tch i’m heavenly sent
if you hatin that’s a sin you should prolly repent
thinking glam ain’t gone make it b+tch you got me bent
f+ck a fraud and they friends y’all hoes real mad
unhappy with ya life y’all hoes real sad
be a cold day in h+ll foe you stop my grind
if it ain’t about the coins i ain’t got no time
i’m talking so much bread i can hardly keep up
never listen to a hater i’m a boss what the f+ck
200k in 3 months that a real good quarter
tryna make a couple mill betta hide your daughter
this goes out to all my bad ass b+tches
get up on ya feet rock dat n+gga out his britches
make dat booty bounce ooh sh+t so delicious
get ya bread up save all of yo riches
twerk, twerk for da money
twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk for da money
now twerk, twerk, twerk for da money
get ya bag up lil mama don’t be twerking for free
grab ya toes pop that ass in the air
on god if you f+ckin make that d+ck disappear
make dat n+gga throw his bread like it’s hot in his hands
make that big booty bounce if you wanna see bands
now go left cheek, bounce dat big ol booty bounce it
go right cheek, bounce that big ol booty bounce it
go both cheeks, bounce that booty big ol booty
go both cheeks, bounce that booty big ol booty aah
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