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money man - a gata do milênio lyricsgo lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, where you get that beat from? mooktoven)

[verse 1]
i run through the pack like i’m derrick henry
these n+ggas won’t shoot like ben simmons (felipe s)
i catch a play, got the stick with me
i’m in la with your b+tch with me
i turned her on, it’s your b+tch business (turn me up a little bit, zedd)
she like to swim with the big fishes
two thirty+five, i’m a bit heavy (yung lan on the track)
two+twenty on my car dashboard
went to the lot and paid cash for it
the life that i live, took a chance for it
i put some stamps on the passport
i’m on the way to the clearport
lost me a hundred k, dear god
this jacket on me a fear of god
can’t think right now, i got brain fog
all white dior, i’m the fraud god
met a lil’ b+tch from the west side
we at the hawks game, we courtside
coachin’ these b+tches like rex ryan
23k for a choker chain
finna take off like an airplane
ain’t want the richard, it’s too plain
ain’t want that b+tch, she was too plain

[chorus]
i’m just like woah, woah, woah
i’m on the road, road, road
i’m on the go, go, go
had to perfect my flow
had to put on my bro
had to designer my clothes
had to designer my hoes
look at her nails and her toes
she ’bout her business, it show
i’m just like woah, woah, woah
had to put on my bro
i’m on the go, go, go
i’m on the road, road, road
had to designer my clothes
had to designer my ho
i’m just like woah, woah, woah

[verse 2]
d+mn, her body too cold
had to versace my robe
surprising these n+ggas, nick foles
and i be havin’ bankrolls, no fresh
g+star jeans, no guess
need my money, no less
havin’ these checks correct
d+mn, she s+xy, she blessed
droppin’ these hits, i’m up next
had to bust down my rolex
had to bust down my cartiers
after i hit, we part ways
serve a n+gga bags, then part ways
traphouse on flat shoals parkway
servin’ all the n+ggas fish parquet
i remember all them dark days
white collar, ran it up the smart way
served a n+gga, project hallways
feet hurt, i been on ’em all day
her back hurt, we been f+ckin’ all day
peewee money, got this sh+t the long way
good loud, got this sh+t the strong way
ball every day, f+ck holidays
i can get the bags in, it’s just a call away

[chorus]
like woah, woah, woah
i’m on the road, road, road
i’m on the go, go, go
had to perfect my flow
had to put on my bro
had to designer my clothes
had to d

ela dança ela mexe
ela dança ela mexe
vai na ponta do pé
é pandeiro é viola
é só no bole bole
é tudo o que ela quer
ela dança ela mexe
ela dança ela mexe
vai na ponta do pé
que graça o seu umbiguinho, mexendo
uuuu! que lindinho
maluco é quem não te quer
que graça o seu umbiguinho, mexendo
uuuu! que lindinho
maluco é quem não te quer

se segura gaiteiro
manda um chamamé
do iapoque ao chuí
ela é charme
ela é cheia de axé
no forró dá um nó
quando vai pro pagode
ela acende ela explode
ela é a melhor
mulher brasileira

pode ser salvador
ou rio de janeiro
onde bater tambor
em barretos, em brotas
no brasil inteiro
a gata do milênio
requebra no timbal
ela é pura energia
ela é alegria ela é carnaval

alô brasil, alô mulher brasileira
onde bater tambor, viola azular
ela ta lá pra requebrar, vai…
esigner my hoes
look at her nails and her toes
she ’bout her business, it show
i’m just like woah, woah, woah
had to put on my bro
i’m on the go, go, go
i’m on the road, road, road
had to designer my clothes
had to designer my ho
i’m just like woah, woah, woah

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