lil lonnie - coincidence lyrics
[chorus]
ain’t this a coincidence, i am finna be filthy rich
big money my business, this sh-t gon’ get bigger then
open wound, gotta fill ’em in, bigger, how to get figures in
get a play and i’m digging in, watch a n-gga go big on big
we just run the money through a motion like a figure eight
tell myself i can’t go broke again, i gotta make some’ shake
stack the money tall, you can’t ball until you fill the safe
and when your cash up you make ’em feel some type of way
[verse 1]
this sh-t funny, too much money, on another wave
came up, we another wave, think we gonna see better days
somebody go get an umbrella, they keep throwing shade
i just been grinding, perfect timing, lil lonnie a rage
get up off my d-ck b-tch, might be on some sl!ck sh-t
lil ho i’m serious, make me get ignorant
the only reason you all on me to get benefits
she got a n-gga but i swear this b-tch still with the sh-ts
these n-ggas got hate all in they blood, that’s a bad tray
don’t talk down on a n-gga, just dump him like an ashtray
stackin’ money tall, put that sh-t up for a bad day
i’ma flex so hard, it leave my hater with a sad face
[chorus]
ain’t this a coincidence, i am finna be filthy rich
big money my business, this sh-t gon’ get bigger then
open wound, gotta fill ’em in, bigger, how to get figures in
get a play and i’m digging in, watch a n-gga go big on big
we just run the money through a motion like a figure eight
tell myself i can’t go broke again, i gotta make some’ shake
stack the money tall, you can’t ball until you fill the safe
and when your cash up you make ’em feel some type of way
[verse 2]
ran me up a sack, now lookin’ back, ain’t been broke ever since
runnin’ through the field, grippin’ my steel, i feel like marshawn lynch
ain’t no back and forth with you lil buddy, you on petty sh-t
i just bought a chopper the other day, came with two extra clips
i just f-cked your ho, now you a foe, she said she want more
all you got, at least scratch up the extra, hit the front door
f-ck the liquor track, i’m havin’ racks, i’m talkin’ hunchos
f-ck her at the crib so i took her to the condo
drop a couple chains, made me some racks all of my itunes
i don’t want your ho no more, i hit her, boy she old news
i remember back when i had problems with lil old dude
we love to beef, let’s pull up sweet, he sh-t like soul food
[chorus]
ain’t this a coincidence, i am finna be filthy rich
big money my business, this sh-t gon’ get bigger then
open wound, gotta fill ’em in, bigger, how to get figures in
get a play and i’m digging in, watch a n-gga go big on big
we just run the money through a motion like a figure eight
tell myself i can’t go broke again, i gotta make some’ shake
stack the money tall, you can’t ball until you fill the safe
and when your cash up you make ’em feel some type of way
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