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jaks ali - for da money lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s not the first time that i say that i hate you
still on my d+ck, i know you did that sh+t too
and you wonder i’d cry in your dm’s, i don’t need no tissue
you think you bigger than us, that’s the issue (for real)
what i mean? change your username, i’m not your friend (nah)
i never been your friend (never), but you just been a fan (you still)
you think your chick bad, but she using you as a pet
why you makin’ fun of someone when your d+ck is on the ‘net
if i was you, i would stay quiet
if you don’t talk about me, it looks like you on a diet
when it’s risky for me, you know my ambition (you know)
but when it comes to you, still hating, we’re not in the same section (for sure)
objection (mmh), i’m the perfection (mmh)
no injections (mmh), big satisfaction (mmh)
b+tches know that i’m a boss, why i see them under my posts
love me in public, hate me in private, you gon’ see the f+ckin’ cost (you gon’ see)

[chorus]
i know these bum ass is here for the money
i know these chickens would need me for armani
i know you wanna know my moves, so i move lowkey
so i hate you, yih, all for the money
know these bum ass is here for the money
i know these chickens would need me for armani
i know you wanna know my moves, so i move lowkey
so i hate you, yih, all for the money
[verse 2]
y’all need to stay at your place, man, i’m in nyc
talkin’ ’bout me in this gc, that’s the thing that i see
even if you wanna hide it, my boys let me know this
you act like that ’cause of your mental, something i noticed
don’t act like you don’t know it (ayy), i’m the topic, i make ’em sick (ayy)
still rapping “do you want a b+tch, a freak for a l!ck?” (ayy)
just k!lled your reputation, man that sh+t was quick
they just had to stand together, maybe they could get a trick (yo)
if you think that’s targeted to you, yeah you right, now go shopping
i made “wishin, poppin”, a hit, you missed something
you like “i’m a real man, i don’t sing” but i know you sing
you dumb ass fit nothing, i don’t even talk about pinky ring (nah)
i run y’all b+tches, gonna get the bag but y’all stitches
run it back again, all you want is peaches
heard your work with, so you teach that behavior with kids?
they know i said real things, now they look at me like ostriches (huh)

- jaks ali lyrics

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