moneymarr - exclusive lyrics
[intro]
why is everything chrome?
moneymarr, uh, uh
b-tch, i’m exclusive, nigga
big chop, ar, i’m ’bout to spin with it, b-tch
everything is chrome in the future
uh, uh
[chorus]
big chop, ar, i’m ’bout to spin with it
opps, they be hidin’, they know what they dealin’ with
shawty, she fat, bust down, let me feel on it
i got that drip and the lil’ b-tch feelin’ it
she let me fuck from the back, yeah, i’m k!llin’ it
nah, i ain’t hollywood, b-tch, i’m exclusive
i was in la, steppin’ exclusive
told the opps slide, they throwin’ excuses
[verse]
makin’ a hit when i’m up in the parking lot
talkin’ that shit, you can die at your trap spot
bustin’ them juggs, b-tch, i need a hot spot
trappin’ so hard, b-tch, i ran up a trap sack
servin’ the pressure, i’m servin’ the boot
beam on the glock, b-tch, i’m ready to shoot
i’m fuckin’ with workers, i’m fuckin’ with coop
i get them rocks and they come in the loot
can’t hop in the foreign, yeah, i just might fuck it up
just got a new stick, hit your block, i’ma fuck it up
fuck up next, lil’ b-tch, i’ma run it up
them niggas can’t hang with us, they is not thug enough
i’m in the stu’ with meecho, that’s my slatt
they know where we at, b-tch, we trap on the hat
if them niggas look sweet, i’ma put on a press
b-tch, i beat up the pot, think i’m makin’ a mess
fuck it up, b-tch, better shake down, uh
thirty clip on the glock, make ’em break down, uh
b-tch, i’m high off these drugs, i’m awake now, uh
big arp, that’s a takedown, uh, uh, uh
b-tch, you be lyin’, you don’t trap with a stick
you don’t post on the frontline servin’ no zips
draco got the chop and it came with a switch
opps on twitter but they ain’t gon’ click
i’m in the stu’, got the nine on my hip
all my niggas gon’ shine, b-tch, designer our ‘fits
tie his -ss up, put the nine to his lips
big gun squad shit, b-tch, we stay with them sticks
[chorus]
big chop, ar, i’m ’bout to spin with it
opps, they be hidin’, they know what they dealin’ with
shawty, she fat, bust down, let me feel on it
i got that drip and the lil’ b-tch feelin’ it
she let me fuck from the back, yeah, i’m k!llin’ it
nah, i ain’t hollywood, b-tch, i’m exclusive
i was in la, steppin’ exclusive
told the opps slide, they throwin’ excuses
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