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notcozie - money! lyrics

[intro]
alright, put the money in the bag
put it in!

[chorus]
put the money in the bag, uh huh
what’s that, uh huh
boy trash and he tryna throw hands, uh huh
he swing then i’m gonna hit back, uh huh
he shoot and we gonna go ham (okay!)
that boy lookin’ like a trash can, uh huh
new shoes and they cost one grand, uh huh

blast to the past and we back in a snap
we here to last like the cat in the hat

boy wanna talk and he can’t even rap
i’m like a god and i’m not going back
he run his mouth and he gonna get slapped
boy wanna run and he gonna get stabbed

i got red dots on his head (aye)
he wanna move and he dead (ayе)
he think he gettin’ this brеad (aye)
boy got a mouthful of lead (aye)
[verse 2]
i got his friends
i got his boys
he tried to run
but he made noise
i’m at his crib
he gonna trip
i got his homies
he gonna miss

i got the drip
i got the cash
i got a grip
he got some trash
he gonna slip
we gonna grab
i’m like a vulture
he like a snack

crack, kit+kat (uh)
i’m gonna dip like his dad (aye)
d+mn
that’s sad (uh)
he gettin zipped in a bag (aye)

and i’m not talking ’bout files (uh huh)
no i’m not talking ’bout folders (uh huh)
smart people know issa rock (uh huh)
mmm, he really think it’s a boulder (okay!)
[verse 3]
i got the pen
i’m like doodlebob (doodlebob)
they make a noise
and i shoot ’em all (shoot ’em all)
i am a goofy goober, uh (goober)
and you know i got shooters (shooters)

aye let’s go stupid (stupid)
uh
he blastin my music (music)
uh
aye superhuman (human)
uh
my boys leave him wounded

i’mma flee the scene
boy i’ll free
sneaky like a snake
i really don’t care
who you are
i don’t play your games
pull up to your house
in the dark
when you not awake
if you got the money
maybe i could make him go away
i ate a bowl of nails this morning
without any milk
if you wanna be on my level you
gon’ need some stilts
i know that these fakers be hating
they can’t keep it real
i’m not gordon ramsay
but i’m cookin’ up some heat in here
aye, yuh, aye , yuh
i’m not gordon ramsay
but i’m cookin’ up some heat in here

blast to the past and we back in a snap
we here to last like the cat in the hat

put the money in the bag
what’s that
boy trash and he tryna throw hands
he swing then i’m gonna hit back
he shoot and we gonna go ham
that boy lookin’ like a trash can
new shoes and they cost one grand

blast to the past and we back in a snap
we here to last like the cat in the hat

- notcozie lyrics

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