guapdad 4000 – money lyrics
[intro]
yeah, turn it up in the headphones
i need to hear that sh-t wap
there it is
yeah
[verse]
i said fuego
coming with the flame like a draco
make a broke n-gg- ketchup no tomatoes
le’ go
build an infrastructure for my payroll
no squares in my circles, save that for the eggo’s
hey hoe
take a trip down to san diego
you bust tricks
i flip cards for the peso
fabo
n-gg- geeked up in this b-tch
i’m a pretty -ss n-gg- with a prettier d-ck
b-tch h-llo, freeband’s, all from neiman’s
leave the register, im doing the “i just got the receipt dance”
you a kiddie pool and n-gg-‘s been off the deep end
and im unemployed everyday is the weekend
i’m a bay mobster
trend setter
wave monster
ruth chris scamming and i ordered 8 lobsters
brought a b-tch with me and she called it a feast, b-tch
i just really wanted something to eat
now she wanna give bomb n-gg- head like turbans
suck me up like kirby
bust a nut start swerving
going ape sh-t n-gg- like a saiyan with a tail
she said thats a nice coach
i said b-tch this chanel
issa check
i ain’t on a discount rack
your designer ugly, you should get your money back
young scammer in the building, bout to start a religion
if i tripped on my money, i would fall on my b-tches
off top
if you a broke n-gg- you an opp
if you a broke b-tch you’s a thot
if my ex b-tch you’s a bop
you over curious then you a cop
you driving h-lla slow, you getting popped
you like my b-tch then we can swap
cause my b-tch gon’ wanna come home and yours not
i share lots with n-gg-‘s who share stocks
turn heads like beyblade’s, n-gg-‘s spin top
aqua fist wrist watch
im scamming your friends pops
the paint don’t drip drop, its matte like dreadlocks
im dodging the wedlock and duckin’ the feds, watch
i’d rhyme with bed rock but thats cliche
n-gg- im in morton’s everyday with a filet
racing to the paper like a relay
then stay, out in chile
we lay over gucci
all my paper loosely
trying to get money from a h-llo or a lucy
a tribe called scam, i just never knew phife
but my wrist look just like bonita on ice
and i need to get head & shoulders
these f-ckin’ po-lice
bruh, it was days i was eating just rice
i might say less, but i always do the most
about my green bread like avocado toast
can’t forget the blue like my name was steve
i draw pictures with the clues that you wouldn’t believe
im a breath of fresh air, these hoes still can’t breathe
pretty n-gg- so sharp, how i still ain’t bleed?
i’d done dodged the b-tch out and she still ain’t leave
guapdad, scam boy, but i need the cheese, yeah
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