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metro zu - ho money lyrics

[verse 1: lofty305]
ho money so d-mn slow, but it’s so fo sho
had to go full-blown mackin’, n-gga, f-ck the blow
i love the snow, but i don’t mean powder clean
white b-tch gettin’ money, she remind me of the cream
i asked her what her dreams, and she said that she ain’t know
i said, “b-tch, i’m a psychic, and i see you gettin’ dough”
poor n-gga named lofty, a.k.a. gizmo
a.k.a. the n-gga that a rich b-tch live for
this hoe the other day
came ’round, smellin’ strong
so i checked the b-tch like a m-th-f-ckin’ carry-on
welcome to the airport
act like you know, b-tch
wanna be in first cl-ss, but you just a broke b-tch
well, first of all, you need to get up off that c0ke, b-tch
put that 30 thousand in the pocket of my coat, b-tch
a b-tch with no goddess is synonymous with hopeless
quit tippy-toein’, kick down, and get to tote, b-tch

[verse 2: ruben slikk]
black n-gga astro
hoes say he an -ssh0l-
k!llin’ all them shikkas with the swag like blasto
and yo boy so textbook that he mashin’ in the cl-ssroom
all up on yo b-tches, they can smell it when they p-ss him
fresher than a flower shop
gucci, louie mid tops
got these b-tches trippin’ like they tongue was catchin’ cid drops
d-ck like a circus tent, call that b-tch the big top
lubricate that thang and then i beat it on the cl-t top
pradas on my feet, yeah i’m louie v’d up
gotta grind [?] for the hoe to eat up
haters talk sh-t but they wanna be us
and they main hoe said they wanna meet us
metro zu, black n-ggas with a fortune
purp with the hash what a n-gga be scorchin’
shakin’ hobos ’cause my dough’s important
found a rich b-tch, then i started supportin’
boring, square–ss hoes is a no-no
one hoe drop one jump like a yo-yo
put a fat d-ck in her mouth, take a photo
now the b-tch lost like dorothy and toto
game for the b-tch like water out a sink, mane
diamonds in my t–th, i sell white p-ssy, pank, mane
f-ck all the haters man, n-gga f-ck y’all
suck on a d-ck, put a d-ck in y’all

[verse 3: mr. b the poshtronaut]
no cement, but you n-ggas need to pave way
coastin’ over n-ggas like my swag ride a segway
chea, you n-ggas so behind
but that’s why in this game of pimpin’, i’m a mack and you’re a gateway
rubber bands got my money lookin’ choked out
n-ggas irritated like a rash just broke out
flyest n-ggas in this b-tch, need i say more?
step up in the party, hoes explode like a claymore
chea, and it’s exactly what i’m paid for
to spit these hot lyrics most rappers gettin’ laid for
but i ain’t really on that trickin’ sh-t
’cause to me, that’s like a qb throwin’ picks ‘n sh-t
ya see me, i’m just a n-gga that just hits ‘n sh-t
and afterwards i’m like a chip, i just dip ‘n sh-t
chea, sucks for hoes ’cause i’m most of their addictions
when i turn around, most haters turn to fiction

[outro: lofty305]
chea, chea
metro m-th-f-ckin’ zu
lofty on the m-th-f-ckin’ beat
you are not me, n-gga
you are not me
f-ck you

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