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money$team - hold da onion lyrics

[intro: nappy]
:^|

[hook: irod]
can a young n-gga please place an order?
tell peta that i, love hamburgers
can i have a bad b-tch with big buns, and
can i have a sandwich without no onion??

[bridge: jcalvin]
uh

[verse 1: stormium]
i’m at the mall, eatin chips’
but keep droppin’ that beat, b-tch
meat, pickles, lettuce, sesame seed bun
cheese, bacon, relish, but hold the onions
swiss chalet turkey got that tryptophan
but i can sleep and still spit though, fam
chillin’ at bk, looking for a quick snack
so fried that i tried to cop a big mac
b-tches tryna get saucy, these -ssh0l-s tryna beef
shrimpin’ like an aussie, outback steakhouse shiekh
at kfc, hoes b-tch about the prices
i feed ’em my secret blend of herbs and spices
ugh!

[hook]

[verse 2: m’b-lls]
i like food
b-tch, this ain’t no punchline
i just like food

[hook]

[verse 3: j-franks]
money$team getting hazed, yeah we hashed browns
i like my donuts glazed, we cookin’ cash cows
i’m gonna k!ll the game, ain’t talkin’ rap though
the game so dear to me, i want the fat doe
i’m gonna get blood clots if yo girl keeps jerkin’ me
dunk in her cookie, she screamed “please dont perkins me!”
my babes and i just ate some ox, paul bunyan
tonight we finna make a sandwich, hold the onions

[hook]

[verse 4: irod]
half taco bell half kfc, half taco bell half pizza hut
across the street is burger king, micky d’s needs a feature
mornings at dunkin donuts, sittin and dunkin donuts
sh-t taste pretty good don’t it? sh-t taste good when you own it
so we drop a joint one day, open a joint the next
people be placing orders i be misplacing checks
but a check or two don’t phase me, this is money$team baby
fat b-tches is going crazy, this mcmoney$team baby

[hook]

[verse 5: iatg]
talk about dinner, i’ll muh f-ckin embarr-ss you
trynna get thinner, drink your muh f-ckin carrot juice
i’m in a bad mood, my rent’s past due
what’s my only option? fast food
40 mcnuggets fresh out the pan, from mickey d’s
five guys burgers’ll make me go ham, like d-ckie v
all these bk fries got me seeing colored clouds
don’t f-ck with kfc but, i’ll make your -ss double down

[hook]

[verse 6: chancellor]
gorging at chick-fil-a, can’t get enough of their medallions
it’s the place to go when you need to feast on young italians
i’ve got a throne there, i observe my hungry subjects
i watch ’em suffer goin’ through my culinary subtext
across the usa they call me the puba of poultry
eat so much chicken, my stomach bound to look like nick nolte’s
heed a nikkuh’s words if he tells you “hold the pickles;”
he might just strap you down, whip out a blade, and slice your nipples
eat a chicken sandwich, junkies need their fix of protein;
when you’re reeling from the itis, lay back and sip the codeine

[hook]

[verse 7: rimmer aka excrement]
hold the onions and i might blast yo -ss
extra sauce, extra cheese, i shouldn’t have to ask
b-tch don’t even think about a f-ckin’ diet pepsi
i need more grease, tell the chef to hurry the f-ck up
if she’s a lady she might suck up, or i’ll have to buck up
eat so much f-cking sh-t, i look like a fat b-tch
but i still pop caps, and i still pimp b-tches
popeye chicken and hot dogs are my sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck bout you, cuz you eat sh-t, n-gga

[verse 8: alecdawesome]
i’ll shoot a man for his burger, b-tch get between me and some fries? i’mma murk her
f-ckin’ ronald mcdonald in the -ss, that b-tch wendy too
shove so much food down her throat it’ll make everyone watching gotta poo
i don’t give a f-ck if you only want one french fry, touch that sh-t and you die
i’m the fast food og, you better recognize

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