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j pol0 - no money yet (feat. aj kruger) lyrics

[intro: j pol0]
j pol0, aj kruger, man
you know what’s going on. we out here
tga man

[verse 1: j pol0]
got a collar, got a b-tch
smell like abercrombie fitch
wear the horse from head to toe
9/11 porsche, let’s roll
ain’t no gucci
ain’t that rich
got no money on my wrist
only codeine in my p-ss
and i’m still gon’ take yo b-tch
take ya female on my boat
say she want me in her throat
she went home i bet you kissed her
she left you and now you miss her
and my homies, we some sharks
shoutout randy, shoutout park
start that disrespectful talk
isaac on you wit the glock
f-ckboy tried to hit the line
say he really need a zip
tried to rob ’em
b-tch it’s fine
tga be on yo hip
zibbo gave them f-ckin’ hands
kobe got the zip and ran
little b-tches it was six
throw them bullets ’til it clicks
cop a liter pas the sprite
p-ss the blunt off to the right
got me higher than a kite
lean and loud, that got me right
smoking gas until we die
got me way too f-ckin’ high
put that d-ck between her thighs
gave her d-ck so good she cried
not a day without a toke
smell like loud, i wear a cloak
b-tches beg me for my stroke
don’t talk to me, you a joke
aye, aye
switch up the flow like uzi
got a girl in my two seat
sold like 42 e-leafs
my starting five undefeated
she texting me? i don’t read it
b-tch, if you ugly, just beat it
my arguments getting heated
treating me like i’m the weeknd
me and my team, you brought three friends
hit up my line for a vape pen
swag every week starting new trends
only got bros, i don’t make friends
i speak the real never fakin’
girl with the cakes come and shake them
threw 50 ones and she rakin
we ain’t got no money yet
just wait ’til i hit the set
aj kruger up on deck
we ain’t got no money yet

[interlude 1: j pol0]
h-ll yeah
aye, aj! hit that sh-t, bruh

[interlude 1: aj kruger]
aight, i gotchu bro
let these n-gg-s know how we rockin, man
boutta go krazy
tga, man
i’m runnin’
runnin’

[verse 2: aj kruger]
i’m runnin’ to that money, h-ll yeah i gotta get it
imma run it up, might just f-ck it up
watch me throw it up. only big bucks
n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t, i don’t give a f-ck
dj off the sh-ts
if he think he tough, n-gg-, run yo sh-t
you givin’ it to us
i would never fold, b-tch
these n-gg-s plotting on me
d-mn, i’m higher than a b-tch
smell like gas all on me
take about four hits
then p-ss it to my homie
had a dream we was rich
count up h-lla money
d-mn, i think i’m getting rich
but i would never change
hatin’ n-gg- sneak diss
that mean they say no names
take one to the dome
smoke one to this song
they like, “whatcha on?”
i’m smokin’ on that strong
b-tch, i’m in my zone
just leave me alone
trynna get high today
the tga way
if it money, call my phone
then i’m on my way
if i said you my brudda
jus know i got your back
if you call me yo brudda
you better have my back
i got love for all my bruddas
we been to h-ll and back
i’m taking off with all my bruddas
and we ain’t going back
don’t disrespect none of my bruddas, better stay up in yo lane
in that two door wit my brudda
b-tch, we switching lanes
i’m up all night to the sun up
worrying about my pain
trynna get the money
we ain’t got it yet
three rolls, in my pocket
these b-tches be fat
i’m ballin’ like a rocket
takin’ off like that
n-gg-s hatin’ on me
i’m flyer than a jet
i took her to the crib, shorty -ss was kinda fat
she had to leave the crib after she gave me that neck
steady texting my phone
i’m like, “who is dat?”
unknown numbers calling me
my sh-t low key wet
tens on, true jeans, with that polo hat
money power everything
so imma chase a check
money get you everything
so imma chase a check

[outro: aj kruger]
money, aye
gang gang
gang gang

- j pol0 lyrics

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