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k suave - money lyrics

[chorus]
i think about hundreds when i go to bed
put your pants up, i just want the head
i bought a new whip and i painted it red
your phone tapped, i can’t f+ck with a fed
i gave you a choice, but you lying instead
i put food on the table, she do what she can
she go out every night, but i gotta stay focused
f+ckin’ hoes, i done run out of trophies
i’m the man of my city, they said i’m gold
when i rock all my watches, that hoe can’t afford ’em
my shooter from mexico, crossing the border
she don’t love me, but i ain’t feeling her aura
money — look at my purse, it’s goyard
money — we on a plane to my backyard

[verse]
buy her sh+t whenever, i feel guilty
show her a room and she hangin’ here with me
i’m designing my home — it’s the layout
nothin’ in for the poor in that guest house
i’m off a k inching, this hoe need my number, she trippin’
i don’t answer my phone regardless
i’m too high, i already won
every b+tch i’m f+ckin’ end up havin’ a man
he used to loosing, that boy never win
i’m out of my body all day off meds
you not talkin’ to me — you can talk to the hand
i got my stick at the airport, get it through tsa in a glock box
even though she bad as f+ck, she ain’t there all the way
i’m f+ckin’ a dumb thot
look at all this sh+t i came in with
look at all the hoes i came in with
i put moncler on my body
my grip big as f+ck — she tryna find me
[?]
[?] got me puffin’ on ‘rari
i had to update my whole swag
now i’m up, [?] strips in my bag
the life that i live amazing
take her a minute for her to adapt
[chorus]
i think about hundreds when i go to bed
put your pants up, i just want the head
i bought a new whip and i painted it red
your phone tapped, i can’t f+ck with a fed
i gave you a choice, but you lying instead
i put food on the table, she do what she can
she go out every night, but i gotta stay focused
f+ckin’ hoes, i done run out of trophies
i’m the man of my city, they said i’m gold
when i rock all my watches, that hoe can’t afford ’em
my shooter from mexico, crossing the border
she don’t love me, but i ain’t feeling her aura
money — look at my purse, it’s goyard
money — we on a plane to my backyard

- k suave lyrics

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