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lp rambo - cho money up lyrics

[hook]
boy you broke as f-ck, get your money up
count your hundreds up, they keep running up
i am out the streets, cause i done enough
think bout outing me, y’all boys dumb as f-ck
clouted up, still on your block
just incase you thought the money made me stop
told my ex you ew the money made you thot
n-ggas steady talking but can’t take no shots

[verse one]
nah money ain’t made me stop, money it hotter
cause now i can pay for glocks to get you n-ggas rendered fodder
must be magic with this broomstick i go harry potter
he a grown opp better tell him watch his daughter
ride through the opps block the top down they know it’s me
at your door like knock knock mask off he know it’s me
count money on the block opps plotting on my guap stop
30 jammed while shooting him so now i cannot stop
put that gun in his mouth we not speaking n-gga
you gone make me call my shooters get to tweakin n-gga
shop with me, i might bless you like deacon n-gga
i got jumped and foe nem f-cked em up the same evening n-gga

[verse two]
smokng what’s his name, n-gga f-ck his name
i’m gone roll his name, in these f-cking gaines
think i went hollywood? pistols k!ll, money can’t
i might have some new n-ggas with me but my money ain’t
smoking pounds of dank, it’s up in the ranks
the opps looking for me, where i’m at? i’m up in the bank
he tucking his chain, but we don’t want his chain
we gone put him on a poster cause he wanted fame

- lp rambo lyrics

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