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mikey flows - money lyrics

yeah (x9) bro i’m cashin out. (x2)

[verse 1]

hand out for the money like the proud family, people wanna hate me cause they don’t understand me
have the b-tch running laps and it ain’t track, tell them hoes mikey flows steppin to the plate and
i’m coming for the motha f-ckin money you ain’t talkin like travolta back in 89′, if she light skinned and cute then bruh she’s maybe mine
no complaining i’m just ranging and i’m just living life
money always on my mind like mr. krabs, ever talk behind my back best believe i’ll forget your -ss
too many fakes to ever worry about who’s real you’re astonished i’m just honest and i’m here to make a promise
i will blast off like a rocket, panda on my tee now she wanna rock it, she want’s to har-ss me man f-ck going shopping
i don’t f-ck with bubble gums so of course they poppin, so just stop it pick a better option
smell the marijuana then it’s probably us, scared to get caught so they think about the police tough, i’mma let you know you ain’t grinding you must f-ckin suck, tryna stop the grind like queen you can bite the dust
smell the marijuana then it’s probably us, scared to get caught so they think about the police tough, i’mma let you know you ain’t grinding you must f-ckin suck, the flow g’s never cared about who liked us

[hook] (bro i’m cashin out)
(x3) money
(x3) money, get your motha f-ckin money, get that motha f-ckin money, get your motha f-ckin money
(x3) money, get your motha f-ckin money, get that motha f-ckin money, life is all about the money
(x3) money go and get that f-ckin money, get that motha f-ckin money, get your motha f-ckin money
(x3) money get your motha f-ckin money, life is all about the money. (hoot, hoot)

[verse 2]

now that you’re on your grind come on lets take a trip, i’m eating shrimp nearly bigger then your f-ckin lip
grumpy hater next door like squidward, with my gl-sses add some fashion got me like a rich nerd
bruh tryna squish me like a cheese sandwhich, gotta stop all the hate please god d-mnit
thinkin bout twelve acres and a fifty sack, i get h-lla happy just to see that 50’s back
flying state to state bet you couldn’t even manage, if pinky bent over for you homie would you smash it?
i don’t know, but i gotta get the dough, in the hot or in the cold, do the b-tch dirty like santa i’ll drop her coals
if she don’t go with the flow, then fasho she’s a f-ckin ho, tell them boys keep grinding like kareem cambell…you feel me?
smell the marijuana then it’s probably us, scared to get caught so they think about the police tough, i’mma let you know you ain’t grinding you must f-ckin suck, tryna stop the grind like queen you can bite the dust
smell the marijuana then it’s probably us, scared to get caught so they think about the police tough, i’mma let you know you ain’t grinding you must f-ckin suck, the flow g’s never cared about who liked us

hoo, hoo, hee, swag, hoo, hoo, bro i’m cashin out
hoo, hoo, swag, bro i’m cashin out
hoo, hoo, swag, hoo

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