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luh tyler - money virus lyrics

[intro]
yeah, on gang (savion)
you know what the f+ck it is, man, mr. skii, man
yeah
okay
yeah, let’s do it, n+gga
yeah

[chorus]
in a black truck with your ho beside me
she wanna f+ck ’cause she know we poppin’
vvss on all the diamonds (ice)
i’m sick, i got a money virus (i got a money virus)
crazy, she say that’s what i drive her (yeah)
swim in your b+tch like scuba diver (uh)
try the gang, n+gga gon’ be shootin’ at you (frrt)
late night, we probably b00by+trappin’
my ho should be in a beauty pageant (yeah)
these ain’t no nikes, these f+ckin’ lanvins (f+ckin’ lanvins)
stick to the bag like a f+ckin’ magnet (uh)
step on that boy like a f+ckin’ maggot
got twenty+one flows, i’m a f+ckin’ savage (f+ckin’ savage)
all of my hoes want designer baggage
i like them hoes that be gettin’ nasty (uh)
hit from the back while she call me daddy
[verse]
i’m stuffin’ fives, tens, twenties, and fifties, and hundreds inside of the bag
i’m f+ckin’ fine b+tches and sh+ttin’ on n+ggas all day, man, i know that they mad
i’m on the grind for all them days i was broke, i ain’t tryna never go back
this whole d+mn time, i was cheatin’ on my ho, but she ain’t never know that
my n+gga the type to get rich from them ‘bows, you gon’ go broke with the pack (go broke with the pack)
right now, i’m with a freak lil’ ho, she want my thumb in her ass (uh)
i woke up thumbin’ this cash
you n+ggas be cryin’ over hoes, they so sad
n+ggas be so flat
chasin’ that money up, b+tch, i’m the g.o.a.t. at it
your b+tch is a dope addict
addicted to skii, now she can’t leave me
these lil’ boys wanna be me
i got what i wished for like i had talked to a genie (i had talked to a genie)
my money counter keep beepin’
after i hit a b+tch, make her get out, yeah, she leavin’ (yeah)
that lil’ ho is a demon
think she a zombie how she be eatin’ on people (uh)
she wanna kick it, i told a b+tch i ain’t playin’ no fifa, yeah (no, no)
my wrist so icy, look like i put my hand in the freezer, yeah (ice, ice)
i keep leavin’ them b+tches, i ain’t ran into a keeper, yeah
i keep wakin’ up with the racks, think i got a money disease, yeah (d+mn)

[chorus]
in a black truck with your ho beside me
she wanna f+ck ’cause she know we poppin’ (yeah)
vvss on all the diamonds
i’m sick, i got a money virus (i got a money virus)
crazy, she say that’s what i drive her (yeah)
swim in your b+tch like scuba diver (uh)
try the gang, they gon’ be shootin’ at you (frrt)
late night, we probably b00by+trappin’ (we probably b00by+trappin’)
my ho should be in a beauty pageant
these ain’t no nikes, these f+ckin’ lanvins (f+ckin’ lanvins)
stick to the bag like a f+ckin’ magnet (f+ckin’ magnet)
step on that boy like a f+ckin’ maggot (a f+ckin’ magnet)
got twenty+one flows, i’m a f+ckin’ savage
all of my hoes want designer baggage (designer baggage)
i like them hoes that be gettin’ nasty (yeah)
hit from the back while she call me daddy (uh)
[outro]
i like them hoes that be gettin’ nasty
hit from the back while she call me daddy
all of my hoes want designer baggage
yeah
this sh+t no cap
on gang
yeah, skii

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