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injury reserve - all this money lyrics

[intro]
i said make them say

[hook] x2
oh my god!
i ain’t done sh-t, all my life
i’m about to spend four, ’bout five
i’m about to spend all this money
[verse 1: ritchie with a t]
yeah, i’m about to break a whole cheque yeah
and my ‘melo jersey, no gold, no [?] yeah
i ain’t got much but i’ll make a n-gg- fresh yeah
we the henney poppers spend the budget on the set yeah
yeah spend it all on the video, riding in the slingshot
downtown pretty though
tell me when to go
just b-mpin’ in the radio
tell me when you’re going to the mall
i trying to spend it bro

[verse 2: steppa j. groggs]
guess they right
never should’ve gave n-gg-s money
got fat ’cause there used to be nothing in my tummy
got my foot up in the door and all my n-gg-s coming
and parker so smart that he got ya’ll all dummy
was pretty bad before, now i’m just reckless
apple ciroc for dinner, lunch and breakfast
you know how it goes if you got it better spend it
and if you ain’t got it i suggest you go and get it

[hook] x2
oh my god!
i ain’t done sh-t, all my life
i’m about to spend four, ’bout five
i’m about to spend all this money

[verse 3: steppa j. groggs]
yeah pretty motherf-cker
better go and smile for the camera
might stash a little
i ain’t going out like hammer
can’t spell to save my life
but getting money for my grammar
the boy so charming, i get it from my grandma
now i ain’t got a lot, but it’s more than a little bit
same old broads i ain’t out here getting in the whip
but i’d be lying low if i said i’m not belligerent
i guess that’s just the life when you out here killing sh-t

[verse 4: ritchie with a t]
yeah i’m out here killing sh-t
m-ssacre, killing sh-t
maybe not a little bit
okay not even a little bit
you get it? yeah?
a little bit
okay i’m sounding ignorant
fit my last 50 cents out my f-cking piggy bank
they ain’t got no veggies sh-t on the dollar menu man
now a n-gg- hungry but my ‘fit is on pootie tang
yep
oh really man?
‘fit is on pootie tang
graduated from coleman n-gg- gone do his thing
(i’m nice as f-ck!)

[hook] x2
oh my god!
i ain’t done sh-t, all my life
i’m about to spend four, ’bout five
i’m about to spend all this money

[outro: ritchie with a t]
ay man, let me tell you something man
i don’t care if you only got
$27 dollars in your paycheck
go ahead, take your -ss to h&m or zara
or something get you a couple of shirts
just don’t get one of them motherf-ckers
with the zippers on the side
i don’t even know who’s idea it was to put a zipper on the side
like what… what you ‘gone?
i don’t even know what the f-ck i’m saying

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