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moneymarr - insane lyrics

[intro]
that be maaly raw

[chorus]
got some change in my pocket, now b-tches wan’ fuck with me
niggas be mad ’cause these niggas ain’t up with me
i’m really pushin’ weight, i really run the streets
i got the glock on me, tucked in my double g
yeah, that b-tch on my line but i can’t leave her stuff with me
it’s gon’ take her some time ’cause i know that b-tch fuck with me
out la, i’m not comin’ back home, ’cause back home, yeah, that shit lookin’ risky, uh
walk around with that arp, b-tch, we got mac’s, got them dracos and fifties
got this stick on me, b-tch, when i post on block, niggas try and get with me
put that b-tch in chanel and she still actin’ up, man, these b-tches be iffy

[verse]
moneymarr gon’ trap hard, yeah, lil’ nigga, i got it
we gon’ load up them chops and then we get to slidin’
double back on the opps, yeah, them lil’ niggas tried it
heavyweight hit the streets, yeah, that pressure applied
none of my niggas ain’t doin’ no hidin’
he got shot in his chest and ain’t died, that’s a sign
nigga stay out the streets, you ain’t livin’ your rhymes
used to sit in the trap, used to bag up them dimes
cop them vvs, bust it down, b-tch, i’ma shine
in the cvs bustin’ them scripts with them lines
want a house on the hills, gotta live in disguise
move militant with chops like we work with the spies
and these niggas be hot, swear they work with them guys
post up top with the drake, gotta look through the blinds
we ain’t sellin’ no trade or no switchin’ no iron
smokin’ cali, og shit got me in the sky

[outro]
put that b-tch in chanel and she still actin’ up, yeah, these b-tches be iffy

- moneymarr lyrics

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