liveraw gbt – money lyrics
[verse 1: jackpot]
loud packs, lamborighinis
girls naked, f#ck bikinis
i wish a n#gga would……… f#ck a genie
master p cuz i’m bout bout it
k!lling me, i doubt it doubt it
always saying that you bout that life
but you not about it
money, money, i had to say it twice n#gga
half ounce, im higher than a kite and a flight n#gga
h#ll yea i’m tight n#gga
she left you cuz i’m right n#gga
yo girl looking like keyboard, cuz she my type n#gga
you ball half a day, i ball all night n#gga
assassinator, k!ll you when i see you on sight n#gga
cameras on me like skype n#gga
hit the stage and go hype n#gga
k!lled the beat, go to sleep, rest in peace
good night n#gga
[hook: jackpot]
money, money, too much money
if she ain’t talking money, b#tch don’t f#cking walk up to me
im like money, money, too much money
if yeen talking money, man don’t f#cking walk up to me
im like money, money, too much money
if she ain’t talking money, man don’t f#cking walk up to me
im like money, money, yea i’m bout that money
b#tch, yeen talking money man don’t f#cking walk up to me
[verse 2: jackpot]
yea it’s me again, h#llo b#tch
easy, ishaan, l#o b#tch
that’s the the team, f#ck a draft
i was skipping class man f#ck a pass
just tryna get my paper up
crispy cut, taper bruh
smoking purple cali kush, so i don’t give a laker f#ck
the booth look like a cloud, cuz all i see is smoke boy
saddam yo career, leave you hanging by a rope boy
woo, that sh#t cray, woo, go get j
woo, i b#lls out, woo, like 2#3
the whip off like a toupee
made a couple racks to#day
cooking competition, man these n#ggas look like souffle
my jordans black, snapback grey
drug money just back pay
but let me throw my suit on, cuz i just k!lled the track mane
[hook: jackpot]
money, money, too much money
if she ain’t talking money, b#tch don’t f#cking walk up to me
im like money, money, too much money
if yeen talking money, man don’t f#cking walk up to me
im like money, money, too much money
if she ain’t talking money, man don’t f#cking walk up to me
im like money, money, yea i’m bout that money
b#tch, yeen talking money man don’t f#cking walk up to me
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