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newport savy - all kinda money lyrics

[intro]
7 city savo

[hook]
i grew up around them old n-ggas and cold k!llers
and now i’m grown n-gga
and i’m so with it
and mama raised a go getter, ain’t no limits dawg
and i need no n-ggas
and no b-tches
i be getting all kinda money
kinda money, getting all kinda money
kinda money, getting all kinda money
kinda money, tell my b-tches count it for me

[verse]
i be getting all kinda money
and if i put a bag on em
they gonna find em for me
if my homie need money
i’ll -ssign him something
put him on game
i ain’t like them clowns and dummies
clothes all balmain
these designers for you
these broads all the same
i can’t rock with you …… (na…. b-tch)
and i be with them hustlers and them shottas
and they riding
leave you holy like piñata
pull up beside em get his chain, balenciagas
and then we rob em (cl!ck clack boom)
turn his noodles into pasta

[verse]
i just tell my b-tches count it for me
one hour and i already be tired of money
spend it all, make it back
then make it shower money
every n-gga around me
they around some money
new things, i just went and bought a new chain
groupies always wanna be my boo thang
old b-tches always trying to spark a new flame
i ain’t worried about a thing except a blue face
i be making all kinda money
ten toes stand tall
if you grinding with me
you hurting nothing but yourself
if you lying to me

- newport savy lyrics

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