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jay18k - big money 2 lyrics

big money 2 lyrics
[chorus: playboi carti]
spent a hundred k on my son, i bought my sister a jeep
can’t f+ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f+ck about me
all black 2+3, lebron with the heat (what? 23, 23)
i was just in miami in the rolls royce geeked (what? yeah, rolls royce, geeked)
lil’ tommy got an fn in the backseat (what? yeah, in the backseat)
red rag, red flag, b+tch, you better make peace (yeah)
i’m in this b+tch with my k!llers (yeah)
whole lotta motherf+ckin’ n+ggas (yeah)
we got them motherf+ckin’ choppers (yeah)
i pick you up, n+gga, i get you (yeah)
i said i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas (yeah)
we see ’em, we punchin’ them n+ggas (yeah)
we upping the score on these n+ggas (yeah)
go out the back door on that n+gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n+gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n+gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n+gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n+gga (yeah)
go back
you was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (okay)
beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? what? yeah)

[verse: playboi carti]
whole lotta bands in this b+tch (what? yeah)
whole lotta cash in this b+tch (yeah)
hop on the motherf+ckin’ plane (yeah)
i just popped me a g6 (yeah)
you know that i love to stay high (yeah)
my shawty just said that she bi (yeah)
she carry that sh+t, she gon’ ride (yeah)
i f+cked her then told her she mine (yeah)
i’m really not with telling lies (yeah)
i really don’t hang around guys (yeah)
the streets treat me like a god (yeah)
my b+tch treat me like a god (yeah)
got a main and a side (yeah, side)
f+ck fame, i ride with the fire
blow out the brain in the ride (ugh)
blow out the brain in the ride (yeah)
i’m riding ’round town with a ratchet b+tch (ayy)
she say, “carti, you back on your ratchet sh+t” (ayy)
i rock diamonds, the patek from eliantte (what?)
show me something that carti not better than
if a n+gga keep talking, we running in (yeah)
get that n+gga kicked out like i’m punting it (yeah)
on the block rolling dice and i’m going in
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: playboi carti]
spent a hundred k on my son, i bought my sister a jeep
can’t f+ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f+ck about me
all black 2+3, lebron with the heat (what? 23, 23)
i was just in miami in the rolls royce geeked (what? yeah, rolls royce, geeked)
lil’ tommy got an fn in the backseat (what? yeah, in the backseat)
red rag, red flag, b+tch, you better make peace (yeah)
i’m in this b+tch with my k!llers (yeah)
whole lotta motherf+ckin’ n+ggas (yeah)
we got them motherf+ckin’ choppers (yeah)
i pick you up, n+gga, i get you (yeah)
i said i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas (yeah)
we see ’em, we punchin’ them n+ggas (yeah)
we upping the score on these n+ggas (yeah)
go out the back door on that n+gga (yeah)

[outro: playboi carti & summrs]
you know my cup’s purple, it’s clean in the sprite
back to the basics when i loved talkin’ in the mic
you was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (okay)
beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? what? yeah)

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