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jt music - money (money money money) lyrics

[verse 1: jt music]
i’m on location, and i’m casin’ it now
we gotta wait, a cop is raisin’ a brow
pardon me, i was just pacing around, this is a
robbery! now put your face on the ground!
and if i gave you a bag, make it heavier, quick
when i said: “heavy”, in fact, i meant too heavy to lift
this is america, b+tch, and i’m a capitalist
since misogyny’s dead, you’ll be my capital, b+tch
they call me dallas, ’cause everything about me is big
and i’ve been working for the system + that’s how it was rigged
i got a steep net worth going deep in the digits
now that it’s a secret, but i keep it encrypted
i’ll liquidate your bank, makin’ my stock boost
the pigs are comin’! who cut the livestock loose?
it’s like i’m in a barnyard, with all the bullsh+t on wall street
but when i walk in, i’ll makе a wolf beg for dog treats
i want heat, so i’m always outfittеd
next to me, i got a swat team lookin’ out+kitted
if you wanna live, you’d better listen to my demands
and if you didn’t listen to me, hope you will to my friends

[verse 2: rustage]
no taking notice, we cut to black as we k!ll cam
came in loaded, we setting up and the drill jams (f+ck!)
they paid the postage, delivery from a sk!lled man
my gang intolerant, getaway in the milk van
we break and entry from houston to dallas, crew full of malice
i make a sentry, we shoot up the palace, using my talents
we taking plenty, we move by the gallon, losing your balance
we lining bold until they swoon like italics
bite like a wolf from the tundra of scandinavia
i be shifting big oil richer than saudi arabia
piling up the cocaine whiter than any glacier
and i don’t need no therapist treating my kleptomania
popping down like a cloaker, hear the sound of the motor
blessed with bain in our ear, we with the clowns like the joker
lost and found at the brokers, driver round with a chauffer
somebody call the dentist, take the crown, and it’s over (b+tch!)
[pre+chorus 1: andrea storm kaden]
if you don’t speak my language
we ain’t makin’ no exchanges

[chorus: andrea storm kaden]
’cause i’m only talkin’ money
money, money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money
all i want is all your money
give me all your f+ckin’ money, money, money, money, money
all your money if you wanna see your mummy again

[verse 3: the stupendium]
shh, you’re gonna have to keep it down
i mean, really, don’t wanna hear a peep, a sound
’cause i’mma sneaky clown who’s gonna creep around
and then i’ll leave, unfound, that’s how a thief is crowned
as a masterful larceny artisan
par the plan + raining cheddar like it’s parmesan
’cause when i get that bag, y’ain’t gonna get that back
the way i get fat stacks + i need a larger van
pop through the window for a little grand theft van gough
flip vaults upside+down + that’s a bankroll
shop for deposits, whoops, got your lock picked
i lift, bro, always making gains on the bag throw
i harvest trustees and reap the green
depart with such ease + deplete your means
but if i take a peak, well, then your pager beeps
“nope, false alarm, seems completely clean” (sucker!)
[verse 4: shao dow]
yeah, i didn’t listen to the plan, just hopped out of the van with grenades in hand
buh, buh, bang! catch me if you can, man, i’m crazy fam
d+mn, i make ’em understand that i go loud
control crowds, and bluh, bluh, bluh ’till there’s no sound
you son of a b+tch, i’m in for the heist
cash and c+stacks, i need that, a bit of advice
human shields are better than the type the pigs hide behind
trigger, pull it and spray bullets, it shouldn’t feel this good, should it?
your deposit, i took it, in the chopper i put it
hostages tied up and hooded, look, it’s a bag, let me full it
pushing in ammo and bullion, i live life on the edge
grit my t++th, feel the rush, then i aim for the head, yeah
uh, give me all that you’ve got
when i call with the squad, everyone hides from the shots
when i mask up, they gasp and start crying with snot
and it will feel like overk!ll when i’m flying the swat

[pre+chorus 2: andrea storm kaden]
i’ve been spendin’ what i’m makin’
just for you to end up payin’

- jt music lyrics

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