moneyatmidnight – we don’t luv ’em (remix) lyrics
[intro: hoodrich pablo juan]
ooh, yeah
mony powr rspt, n-gga
it’s a money set, you know what i’m saying?
everybody getting money, n-gga
yeah, pablo juan
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
the money go where i go
smoking on gelato
foreign car swerving, pothole
bad b-tch, she from chicago
she freaky, she gon’ bust it
she thick as f-ck, i’m l-sting
i got her from my cousin
so what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
f-ck that, i wanna hit from the back
backwood smoking, it’s fat
dressing like i got a sack
i pull up, jump out the back
bad b-tch and her -ss fat
four door coupe, it got a hatch
on the xans, i might crash that
[verse 1: moneyatmidnight]
no we don’t love em, no we don’t love em
we don’t do cuffin’, we just be f-ckin’
tryna get the money, do the money dance
touchdown, hop off jet, in france
100s stuffed all in my pants
i ball like i know i’m the man
i’m already rich cause i know i can
if you got no bands get off yo -ss
goin’ to light up i’ll have to p-ss
ain’t gone get me nowhere
unlike the bentley, yea you know it’s tinted
who cares right now if that sh-t is rented?
if you wanna hop in, yea but i ain’t got time for no hoes
i gotta stick to the money code
i might just make some money with some hoes
imma go splurge on clothes
boy you cheesy like macaroni (cheese, velveeta)
my uncle fishtailed no baloney
i’m glad he alright tho
i need diamonds that hit hard like they fight tho
shout big gucci and pablo
yea you know the money go where we go
we don’t love em, we don’t even f-ck em
do a show and go collect the money hoe
let’s get it
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
the money go where i go
smoking on gelato
foreign car swerving, pothole
bad b-tch, she from chicago
she freaky, she gon’ bust it
she thick as f-ck, i’m l-sting
i got her from my cousin
so what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
f-ck that, i wanna hit from the back
backwood smoking, it’s fat
dressing like i got a sack
i pull up, jump out the back
bad b-tch and her -ss fat
four door coupe, it got a hatch
on the xans, i might crash that
[verse 2: gucci mane]
if come ride it’s tinted
don’t test the water chilly
my pinky a quarter ticket
had to grind smart to get it
limited ‘sclusive edition
they waitin’ in line to get it
danny your time, i did it
i didn’t get a dime, a visit
i been had the sauce, i’m drippin’
‘fore i had a pot to p-ss in
my car just lost the ceiling
my girl just lost her feeling
gucci getting richer than richy
b-tches say gucci saddity
she just did her -ss and her t-tties
well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
i tell her, go’n, like the road runner
might stash your phone number
hoe get the wrong number
i’m stacking all winter
i’m stuntin’ all summer
and i need a grown woman
’cause i got grown money, wop
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
the money go where i go
smoking on gelato
foreign car swerving, pothole
bad b-tch, she from chicago
she freaky, she gon’ bust it
she thick as f-ck, i’m l-sting
i got her from my cousin
so what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
f-ck that, i wanna hit from the back
backwood smoking, it’s fat
dressing like i got a sack
i pull up, jump out the back
bad b-tch and her -ss fat
four door coupe, it got a hatch
on the xans, i might crash that
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