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mr.money – ridin’ lyrics

i heard her lil n+gga ain’t balling like i am
walk into louis i’m turning to zion
don’t hit my phone if you n+ggas not buying
them n+ggas gonna crumble from pressure applying
they wanna beef but they too busy typing
my b+tch at the mall got unlimited swiping
got shooters with me heard that boy wanna fight it
me and your b+tch ’bout a hop on a private
talking is cheap that’s why i’m sitting silent
only time i succeed is when i’m being violent
we just gonna shoot then fade like bryant
your n+ggas gonna fold stop thinking they riding

i feeling bad when i’m sober
gelato got odor
don’t do pulling over
no brakes on his rover
my chain looking polar
my roof looking solar
i ball more than melo when he in his prime
won’t talk back to that b+tch hoping she get the sign
i’m coming for heads if you taking from mine
i feel that i’m the best no question
they think they real when they typing in mentions
i’m with my army at least fifty henchmen
i was a jit had a glock in detention
sorry fake n+ggas just pardon the drip
why they thinking they real when they clutching on a sticks
all my opps catching bullets i’m throwing the picks
made the pack disappear i can show you some tricks

- mr money lyrics

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