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money making wize - charm$ lyrics

bout to put the game in headlock
keep the sh+t tight like a dreadlock
dusa is the team and you know we top shottas
dion with the heat b+tch you don’t want problems
say you gone run up but you better not
i’m a1 with the flow call me white hot
married to the game like i’m 2pac
gotta check the temp boy i’m too hot
cocaine city where we move the fishscale
smoke high grade i get it in the mail
lawyer on retainer bond money in the bank
so you know the prosecutor
can’t lock me jail
bout to cop the crib with studio
smoking weed sipping don julio
got the bad b+tch with the booty tho
in the pool twerking to the video
everybody know i run the city hoe
shut sh+t down when i say so
got 4 quarters no peso
spanish hoes say i’m fuego
don’t call my phone is the pay low
i need bags full of cash by the boat load
got the keys to the game with the g+code
bout to hit the game winner like it’s a free throw (swish)
don wize b+tch mafiso
f+ck the other side you ain’t know so
reppin bk like i’m loso
keep it real thorough like i’m supposed to
but i moved down south
getting scarface bread
f+ck around b+tch
leave you scarface dead
dressed in all white i’m motherf+ckin gotti
dressed in all white
it’s a motherf+ckin party
got the rollie on my arm
i got the jesus on the charm
got your b+tch on my arm
i got the game by the palm
got the game by the palm
got the rollie on my arm
i got the jesus on the charm
got your b+tch on my arm
i got the game by the palm
got the game by the palm
haters looking sick
get off my d+ck
young motherf+cka i’m tryna get rich
haters looking sick
get off my d+ck
young motherf+cka i’m tryna get rich
got the rollie on my arm
i got the jesus on the charm
got your b+tch on my arm
i got the game by the palm
got the game by the palm
you talk down i’m the king i’m spaz out
pull the mac out then blow your back out
watch me turn the nursing home
into a trap house
i shoot bricks man i took the shaq route
and i can hit you up with the 9 mag
oh you the plug with them dime bags
i’m crazy and deranged when i spit sh+t
and if you ain’t put in work we don’t spilt sh+t
and i just focus on goals
my hair i’m letting it grow
and i just poured up a four
i did this sh+t for big moe
yea you know my culture
you are a vulture
you are not part of this sh+t
now come a little closer
i’ll give you a ulcer
then i pull off with your b+tch
2 bad chicks when i roll up
rolex ring and a froze cup
you know what we sipping
and it’s none of your business
look i can bet a mill right now chump
and i bet you on a pill right now punk
so you should not f+ck with the don
cause i’ll give you guys what you want
got the rollie on my arm
i got the jesus on the charm
got your b+tch on my arm
i got the game by the palm
got the game by the palm
got the rollie on my arm
i got the jesus on the charm
got your b+tch on my arm
i got the game by the palm
got the game by the palm
haters looking sick
get off my d+ck
young motherf+cka i’m tryna get rich
haters looking sick
get off my d+ck
young motherf+cka i’m tryna get rich
got the rollie on my arm
i got the jesus on the charm
got your b+tch on my arm
i got the game by the palm
got the game by the palm

- money making wize lyrics

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