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quilly - get money (freestyle) lyrics

[intro: quilly]
turn me up! f-ck b-tches, get money (ahh)

[verse 1: quilly]
i cleared a cool 25 grand off of verses
goyard dad hats, i’m cool off the purses
script from my doctor, i’m cool with the nurses
ride my own wave, quilly still above surface
give a smoker a free rose with each purchase
chicken on me with the biscuit, word to churches
if your man ridin’, ya’ll get back to back he-rs-s
i want a big bag, tory burch and birkin
i be in the county, triple double, i’m stretchin’
and i’m still cool in the jects, george jetson
smokers get their rocks and roll, led zeppelin
i tap dance all on a pack, two steppin’
flush all the marijuana and bury the yay
take my team to the ship, quilly, curry & klay
30 milligrams of [?] 80 milligrams of the oxy cot
i got the soft and i got the rocks
make a smoker walk 8 miles; poppa doc
slim shady, sh-t wavy
i’m in the field throwing bullets, tom brady
she gon’ f-ck me on the strength and nothing less
she gon’ f-ck you on the strength you cuttin’ checks
you get the whole magazine, bullets is double x
belt with the double f, penfield bubble vest
hopped out the ss and hopped in and audi
i’m countin up schmoney and my rebels is rowdy
i ain’t throwing shade but your chain is cloudy
you can’t even say the word wave without me
low top arenas, ripped up subpoenas
i stopped washing clothes, take my drawers to the cleaners
whole nother’ vision, this a whole half a chicken
dots in my aunt’s house, this a whole nother’ kitchen
ballin’ like jerry stackhouse for the pistons
pancakes and syrup, 1000 dollar addictions
bring it to your crib like a boy scout
smoking on girl scout cookies, that loud noise out
gorilla glue, bubble jack
i gave my youngin’ a bundle, he ain’t bring nothing back
i’m a boss, i don’t get my hands dirty
hand sanitizer, i ain’t even wanna serve him
q-pac back, n-gg- i’m birdie
i shoot above the rim, now they hangin’ up your jersey
king of prussia or cherry hill when i’m in jersey
lookin’ at this sode, bout to do this sprite dirty

haha…f-ck b-tches, get money!
haha..yeah, i f-ck b-tches and get money! yeah..

- quilly lyrics

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