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mr.money - tragic lyrics

(hook)
whippin a brick n-gg-s calling it magic
i gotta stick and it’s automatic
sending shots while i’m swerving through traffic
couple shots now the sh-t done got tragic (x2)
sh-t done got tragic (x4)

(verse)
got my strap this sh-t can get tragic
money stretching i call it elastic
he in all white i call him a catholic
sipping this pink i’m calling it patrick
a girl and a gun i got 2 ratchets
a tec and a glock i got 2 gadgets
he got a pump bu t my tec automatic
aim for his head i ain’t aiming for fabric
she want the money and then she gonna bounce
223s aimed at his mothaf-ckin house
squealing to the cops that n-gg- a mouse
heard the sirens had to hit another route
his b-tch t’ing up bouta hit a whole line
after she hit imma hit from behind
gucci sneakers ain’t copping the klein
she hopped on the d-ck did it all for the vine
got the nine tell the feds free rondo
b-tch wanna talk i don’t do the convo
she tryna f-ck take the b-tch to the condo
feds tap the line had to fly to toronto
she talk about follow back i told her -ss swallow that
don’t tell where my condo at b-tch do not holla back
tec and a 9 where my mothaf-ckin hollows at
blew down his block tell the feds to go follow that

(hook)

- mr money lyrics

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