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k$upreme - money i love it lyrics

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[intro]
k$upreme on the beat, ay
whew, whew, whew, whew
whew, whew, whew, whew
whew, whew, whew, whew, whew

[chorus]
bands, millions (frrt, beep)
money, i love it, this glock, i’ma bust it (love it)
that b-tch, i’ma bust it (bust it, bust it), you know i can’t trust it
you know i can’t love her, you know i love money (frrt)
you know i love stuntin’, we out in public (beep)
pocket full of hundreds (frrt), lean in my tummy (beep)
get in your b-tch and go dummy
mcqueen wrapped around my head like a mummy (mcqueen)

[verse]
yeah, hang with the heirs and the drummers (brra)
louis my belt buckle (louis)
we was down bad in the struggle (yeah)
run up them bands, yeah, we duckin’ (yeah, frrt, beep)
project gamin’, watch me juggle (yeah, juggle)
i put the piece to the puzzle (yeah, let’s get it)
flexin’ on n-ggas, b-tch, look at my muscles (flex, flex, flex, flex)
yeah, yeah, yeah
don’t run up on me, we willin’ to hurt sh-t (frrt)
i’m high as f-ck, but i’m on my alert sh-t
i seen your b-tch in my chain, that reflection
like my hoes rich, i don’t f-ck with no broke b-tch (frrt, beep)
like my gang ties, i don’t f-ck with no new n-ggas
[?] on my draws, i don’t f-ck with no hilfiger (d-mn)
been ’bout my guap since a lil n-gga (d-mn)
yeah, yeah, yeah
roll up 3.5 out the bag, but we don’t do the swishers (yeah, backwoods)
you the type n-gga do swishers
you the type, she suck my d-ck and you kiss her (ugh)
you the type, while i f-ck, you text you miss her (ugh)

[chorus]
bands, millions (frrt, beep)
money, i love it, this glock, i’ma bust it (love it)
that b-tch, i’ma bust it (bust it, bust it), you know i can’t trust it
you know i can’t love her, you know i love money (frrt)
you know i love stuntin’, we out in public (beep)
pocket full of hundreds (frrt), lean in my tummy (beep)
get in your b-tch and go dummy
mcqueen wrapped around my head like a mummy (mcqueen)
bands, millions (frrt, beep)
money, i love it, this glock, i’ma bust it (love it)
that b-tch, i’ma bust it (bust it, bust it), you know i can’t trust it
you know i can’t love her, you know i love money (frrt)
you know i love stuntin’, we out in public (beep)
pocket full of hundreds (frrt), lean in my tummy (beep)
get in your b-tch and go dummy
mcqueen wrapped around my head like a mummy (mcqueen)



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