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lore'l - got alota money lyrics

[intro: lore’l]
take money, money, take money, money, take it
yeah, uh, lore’l

[verse 1: lore’l]
kush’d out on a red eye, real good s-x make the time fly
give me high five, light skin size
put the chicken in the box like i’m popeyes’
no fries, got a flat tummy, he give me good head
i give him better yummy, she a (?) crash dummy
lore’ maguire; show me the money
cash rules, break law, big banks; no draws
all my n-gg-s least got 4 cars, they ain’t just balling b-tch
they all-stars
dropping jaws, as i pull up in a double r, 2 g’s on my feet
you know i ain’t walking far
they all in all, i like my beef; kobe, i don’t f-ck lamar’s

[chorus: lore’l] (2x)
like dope boys, wit a lot of money
you a broke boy? f-ck away from me
you a broke b-tch? you a d-mn dummy
where my dope boys? get alotta money

[verse 2: lore’l]
dumb hoe, be glad i’m hot
she ain’t talking that sh-t, that’s suicide
do or die, f-cking washed up, you ain’t using tide?
you can’t be a bad b-tch asking for a ride
days of our lives, f-ck n-gg- better roll up while i drive
chanel number 5, put it on me, on the real tip, trick
you don’t know me
she f-cked the homies, and the homie’s homies
and the homie’s homie’s and then they’re homie’s homies
talking bout she ginuwine, wanna hear pony
i got a million n-gg-s thinking i’m their one and only
too bad, n-gg-s b-tches, skinny jeans it’s the new drag
i offend a lot of people, i don’t use “f-g”
we walk around neimans and he hold my bags
f-cking bags

[chorus: lore’l] (2x)
like dope boys, wit a lot of money
you a broke boy? f-ck away from me
you a broke b-tch? you a d-mn dummy
where my dope boys? get alotta money

- lorel lyrics

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