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goddess fiji - gettin' money lyrics

b+tch i said we gettin’ money
b+tch i said gettin’ money
on my way to eat & i leave they ass hungry
if i ever failed you, f+ck you b+tch im not sorry
50k for my mommy
shake her ass, the b+tch think that im h+rny
but b+tch i say we gettin’ money
b+tch i said gettin’ money
on my way to eat & i leave they ass hungry
if i ever failed you, f+ck you b+tch im not sorry
50k for my mommy
shake her ass, the b+tch think that im h+rny

i’ll call on my ex, if i wanna hear a joke
tinted bulletproof, got me feeling like the pope
you just tryna get money, im tryna be thеir hope
on videos i flex, irl actin’ likе a broke
don’t want me in battlerap im supa fire i’d k!ll it with a choke
hahaha i treat her like a joke
shut up with your ranting b+tch im tryna smoke
wood so big, like a gun i’d try to tote
it’s just shrooms all in my head, im feeling kinda toad
it’s just bruise all in my paint, pouring pain straight it’s codeine
im tryna be my best, the b+tch still think thag im so mean
look up in my pockets what you’ll see is so green
smoke on my dope, you’ll see what i mean it’s a whole a dream
b+tch i said we gettin’ money
b+tch i said gettin’ money
on my way to eat & i leave they ass hungry
if i ever failed you, f+ck you b+tch im not sorry
50k for my mommy
shake her ass, the b+tch think that im h+rny
but b+tch i say we gettin’ money
b+tch i said gettin’ money
on my way to eat & i leave they ass hungry
if i ever failed you, f+ck you b+tch im not sorry
50k for my mommy
shake her ass, the b+tch think that im h+rny

you don’t know how to do it
don’t know how to move
you dunno sh+t
but you actin’ like you do it
you ever saw crack cooked out of an inox pan
a lil boy flying out her room like he peter pan
she like i don’t need that much, just hand me up a gram
how you begging me for dope, & flex it on the gram
my bm i let it ring before im pressing on denial
you mad bout the sh+t, then b+tch just take it up to trial
me & my dad sometimes we call we always off a pack
don’t tell on my b+tch, my meds just got me feeling off the flat
you begging at the front & we coming out the back
you may catch me out at night, rolling on a backwood
you can see the bread fallin’ off my back too

- goddess fiji lyrics

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