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money magiic - regular lyrics

[intro: yhung t.o.}
yeah yeah yeah yeah, aye

[hook: yhung t.o.]
all this cash became the regular
i can’t f-ck with it if she regular
you know i don’t f-ck with n-ggas but that’s regular
they say i’m acting different but that’s regular
a lot of n-ggas hating but that’s regular
praying on my downfall while i show it’s there for her
all this cash became the regular
they show me love in the hood but that’s regular

[verse 1: money magiic]
n-ggas talking cash we got cash too
yeah, n-ggas talking chops we got chops too
keep talking out yo -ss we gon slide through
(shots) through and that like a drive-thru
yeah, ar-15 hold a hundred rounds
acting like a clown you get knocked down
rolex with the crown b-tch i’m on now
skrt skrt, pull up smelling like a pound
pull up on yo b-tch i be flexin
young n-gga jugging if he nasty
red bottom stamp and i keep a [?] that n-gga ain’t really been confessin (snitch!)

[verse 2: daboii]
i ain’t a k!ller but don’t push me to the edge
i be rolling back to back smoking cookies in the bed
had to cut some n-ggas off cause they was f-cking with the feds
and i can never chase a b-tch i ain’t f-cking up my lip
i think the devil out to get me so i’m’ clutching in the bed
don’t say you riding if you not you b-tches f-cking up my head
i’m that n-gga two times so if i f-ck they come in pairs
and i’m strictly only brothers i ain’t f-cking with you squares
n-ggas talkin crazy what the f-ck you gon do?
flexin straps in them pics who the f-ck you gon shoot?
when they slide streets talk what the f-ck you gon prove?
either with us or against who the f-ck you gon choose?

[verse 3: slimmy b]
all my life i’ve been dreaming about this lifestyle
need a mill ticket not now cause they bright now
take bands off this rap sh-t i never put the mic down
bag frozen and everywhere i go i got my ice out
been sleep all day had to put that dirty sprite now
leanin and 20 for the bust down i’m blingin’
and my [?] sick daily n-ggas dying for no reason
you rocking with that glock but i know you ain’t gonna squeeze it
40 on me, pole on me, i don’t fight n-ggas
styrafoam cup pulled up with the ice in it
said you got that bag but yo bag a little light n-gga
cold hearted b-tch i’m a dog ain’t no nice n-gga

[outro: yhung t.o.]
all this cash became the regular
i can’t f-ck with it if she regular
you know i don’t f-ck with n-ggas but that’s regular
they say i’m acting different but that’s regular
a lot of n-ggas hating but that’s regular
praying on my downfall while i show it’s there for her
all this cash became the regular
they show me love in the hood but that’s regular

- money magiic lyrics

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