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polo money - flashin lyrics

[intro]
(zay boy you went too crazy)

[verse 1: polo money]
designer on me i be dripping n+gga’s rent money
n+ggas hatin’ but can’t even match my b+tch money
brodie called they ain’t tryna get involved but got some tris in me
finna hit the store and grab a pop just save a six fa me

flashin’
all these diamonds on me and this money too i’m comin’ through
you could bring your friend yeah she comin too
these karats on my body got me water like i’m drippin’ soup
lately i’ve been posted to the neck i might get a coupe
what these n+ggas do a week i prolly made today
2021 i’m coming crazy in a major way
why these n+ggas hate i got him sick could see it in his face
i can’t f+ck with n+ggas if i never seen them in the back

like hold on, hold on, hold on
that is not cookie
i’m not a rookie i can tell by how that sh+t is lookin’
you just copped a pint without that seal
you know you need a whoopin’
lil bro the goat at robbin’ sh+t i guess he into crookin’
drop sumn’
f+ck a song you n+ggas know the rest
pack play exotics what i’m smoking i only roll the best
i call up my brodie “what you doing” he posted in the jects
swerving lanes blowing cookie while she giving neck
he just send some money on the gram i just died laughing
n+ggas talking foreign till they flip and they die crashin’
i just spent some money on these grams cause i like cashin’
off+white mixed with the bape ‘could tell i like fashion
[interlude: polo money]
i just spent some money on these grams cause i like cashin’
off+white mixed with the bape ‘could tell i like fashion

[verse 2: ebk young joc]
brodie in the cad almost bapped he just crashed out
b+tch lookin’ stupid walking ’round with her ass out
i would get it litty so pull up we in the back house
you talkin’ cash? ok we gon’ bring them racks out
everytime we posted on the block we got straps out
let a n+gga pull through this way and get maxed out
brodie off a bean on the team watch he macked out
studio days they used to think it was a trap house
(what the f+ck?)
let me get back to it
pole on me if i up i blow better act stupid
told lil baby hand over that trap tryna act stupid
sn+tched n+gga chain can’t get it back it’s the jack stupid
uncle off crack it’s really wack ’cause he back to it
if i swing the bag you gon’ get smacked they like hah do it

[outro: ebk young joc]
real thug put that on blood this that real rap music
real thug put that on blood this that real rap music

- polo money lyrics

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