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philthy rich, toohda band$, lil tray, skinny t & lil steve - money crazy lyrics

[verse 1 ?]
ever since a baby, i’ve been blowing money crazy
they know i’m 59, i’m probably chilling in the 80’s
ever since a younging, i was hanging with the k!llers
a n+gga startеd rapping, we gotta keep a gun with us
we started gеtting money, so i don’t really trust n+ggas
i’m in bape with the snakes, we probably brought some thugs with us
baby say she [?] she don’t know me, she gotta pay a fee
them n+ggas talking over there, they ain’t gon’ do sh+t to me
i still get high and ride around, think about my n+gga [?]
still stuff a whole 50 ball up in the 23
we on the blade right now, and it’s just me and [?]
we ’bout to pull an all nighter, we ain’t going to sleep

[chorus ?]
ever since a younging, i’ve been blowing money crazy
had to slow down on the lean, i’m getting lazy
i don’t do relations, lil b+tch, you gotta pay me
man, i really love my glock, because it saved me
ran up a hundred, stack a hundred on these n+ggas
really getting money, boy, i’m into squeezing triggers
stronger with a not, now my pockets getting bigger
i’ve been in the jungle, getting money with gorillas
[verse 2 ?]
these n+ggas broke, i sware they cut from a different cloth
he ain’t [?] got picked off
ever since a younging, i’ve been coming like a big dawg
ain’t give me sh+t, but [?] b+tch call
[?] love that big glock, ’cause it saved the day
trap n+gga, fell in love with 448’s
n+ggas crazy, telling everybody on the murder case
i’ll do it by myself, turn up the murder rate
bands on me, n+gga, play crazy, i let the stick talk
i put myself in the game, i couldn’t [?]
pop that n+gga in his chin, if he sl!ck talk
[?] to touching a hundred, we getting rich, dawg

[verse 3: philthy rich]
pay my child support, taxes and cars off
these bullet wounds perminant, can’t get these scars off
these n+ggas worried ’bout n+ggas, ain’t worried ’bout them
before they brought you to the hood, never heard about him
tell the b+tch a lie, she ain’t worried ’bout the truth
lamb chops, lobster tails when i met truth
i’ve been going money crazy, run it up daily
b+tches [?] 80
between [?] and skinny, hundred thou in ice
remember i slept in the freezing cold plenty nights
another 28 johnnys up in [?]
them [?] outdated [?]
it’s philthy
[chorus ?]
ever since a younging, i’ve been blowing money crazy
had to slow down on the lean, i’m getting lazy
i don’t do relations, lil b+tch, you gotta pay me
man, i really love my glock, because it saved me
ran up a hundred, stack a hundred on these n+ggas
really getting money, boy, i’m into squeezing triggers
stronger with a not, now my pockets getting bigger
i’ve been in the jungle, getting money with gorillas

[verse 4 ?]
i’m a heartbreaker, give a f+ck about your feelings
no, i ain’t lil wayne, but the coupe ain’t got no ceilings
i’m a hood baby, raised by k!llers and some dealers
knew i was a [?] didn’t remember
middle of the summer, it get colder than december
[?] my watch cold, it made her shivver
i’ma need a [?] ’cause i pour like a river
gloves on the chop, last time i got a splinter
i’ve been road running, watching views, blowing chicken
think about my life, i always knew that i was different
i ain’t never told, i get caught, i do my sentence
33 rounds on the glock, scotty pippin

- philthy rich toohda band lil tray skinny t lil steve lyrics

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