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louis iv – fuck up some $ lyrics

yea, schemin’, let’s f-ck up some money, let’s run up a sack doe
pull up in that sh-t they don’t know how to act though
the man in the city, you know where i’m at though
man come get your ho cause she all on my lap though

rollin’ up, ride for my n-ggas no foldin’ up
switch up the game, had the goose in the summer
i throw on the mink when it’s cold enough
young n-gga ballin’, you see how i sw-ng through the city
your girl ain’t no holdin’ up
don’t f-ck around with that money, cause if you f-ck round with that money you know it’s a
ain’t plain’ no games, ain’t playin’ no games with you n-ggas
silk the shocka bout it, bout it
hundred b-tches in the lobby, got to many can’t decide it
all of them hoes that was frontin’ on me
wanna let a n-gga get behind it
we got everything from grindin’, all this sh-t is perfect timing
you know how i do, b.i.g give me the loot
i got six broads in the coupe, i swear this sh-t look like a zoo
i been the one for a minute my n-gga
you know this sh-t ain’t nothin’ new
my n-gga say he got bad b-tches, i told the boy bring em through
let’s f-ck up some money

let’s f-ck up some money, let’s f-ck up a cheque now
let’s f-ck up some money, money, money
let’s f-ck up a cheque now
let’s f-ck up some money, let’s f-ck up a cheque now
let’s f-ck up some

i can pull up in a whip, i can pull up with your b-tch
young n-gga stackin’ the chips, f-ckin’ it up in the ville
i just came up on a l!ck, had to put somethin’ on the wrist
white on white coupe through the ville
look like i whipped up a brick
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga, this what they tellin’ me
boy they can’t f-ck with you, you n-ggas can’t f-ck with us
so you should be scared of me, this sh-t is crazy my n-gga
f-ck all that waitin’ my n-gga, i want that paper my n-gga
your ho bout to drown, come and save her my n-gga
boy we run the town, boy we run the town, we do
i hold this sh-t down
just know when you see me i’m on the for real
i f-ck with your b-tch, when my girl ain’t around
so go put that money in front of me
you know we hot like the summer be
this for the ones who would stunt on me, now i’m up here where you wanna be, f-ck bein’ humble see
we had to get, we had to get it
ignore it, but i’ve been the man for a minute, they not gon admit it
they know we the realest, i know it’s that time
nothing less everything more
your b-tch wanna f-ck when she see triple nine
let’s f-ck up some money

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- louis iv lyrics

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