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nick money - finessin thots lyrics

you got money i can see you that your b-tch she don’t believe that

yeah my neck of froze
got your b-tch she gon’ go
turn your wife to a hoe
my plug got me for tha low
work straight off the coast
got some loud in my game, that’s a blunt to the brain
nick money is the name
in the field i go insane
do anything for my gang
disrespect and you’ll feel pain
30 shots no aim
don’t mistake me for a lame
or i’ll take all your change and chains

you got money i can see you that your b-tch she don’t believe that

when it comes to workin’ i’m flippin’ it
got my gang we don’t give a shit
my mans reece got the beat
ridin’ round with the heat
goin’ 90 down the street
swear my whole gang we eat
ima come up off this flip
then show you how i shine
all this money gettin’ to my mind
i wake up and think grind
i sleep with the 9
f-ck a hoe leave me on her mind
then kick her out i ain’t got time
i finesse from 6 to 9
roll me up anotha one, pour me up anotha cup
i’m just tryna get lit
f-ck all that other shit
smokin’ gas got me low
and i’m off some other stuff
i’m high my chains low
whippin’ in dat range ro
your girl gave me brain tho
i’m nick 3 chains tho
sbm my gang ho

that’s it

- nick money lyrics

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