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quin nfn - revenue lyrics

[chorus: money man & quin nfn]
let’s go
f+ckin’ with the scammers we ‘gon make the bank go on alert
f+ckin’ with the circle we ‘gon put your partner on a shirt
feelin’ kind of evil i should probably go and pray today
feelin’ kind of trap+ish i might go and catch a play today
f+ckin’ with the scammers, i f+cked around and caught another play
told my bro to take his time and get ’em smush’d another day
soon a b+tch get comfy like she love me, find another bae
they know we ’bout action i’m still packin’ like a runaway
[verse 1: quin nfn]
bullet proof durango truck inside the hood, don’t shoot at me
my young thug, he a gunna to the opps, but he still pushin’ p’s
b+tch quit tryna act you ain’t f+ck and let that p+ssy breathe
sold that hoe somе cookie smoke, she gavе up her cookie tree
we ain’t tryna cook a key, my bro rich off the trees only
f+cked up we ain’t givin’ fronts, you still ain’t sold that weed smoky
make that sh+t athletic like recess, he tried to swing on me
b+tches balance must be off the way they tryna lean on me
lost so much designer i f+ck around and still bring some yeezys out
she told me to leave it in back then they tried to leave me out
did some dirt inside the street, some n+ggas tryna see me bout
we can do some punchin’ but right after i’m a squeeze it out
i’m on my way to a payment still can’t relate to a statement
lil quincho came from the pavement these n+ggas got me mistaken
my youngin’ slide with the quickness
to shock a n+gga like raiden
i’m stackin’, trackin’ my bacon
these different foreigns what i’m racin’

[chorus: money man & quin nfn]
let’s go
f+ckin’ wit’ the scammers we gon’ make the bank go on alert
f+ckin’ wit’ the circle we gon’ put your potna on a shirt
feelin’ kind of evil i should probably go and pray today
feelin’ kind of trap+ish i might go and catch a play today
f+ckin’ wit’ the scammers, i f+ck around and caught another play
told my bro to take his time and get ’em smushed another day
soon a b+tch get comfy like she love me, find another bae
they know we ’bout action i’m still packin’ like a runaway
[verse 2: money man]
had to grab another phone, my last droid was hot as f+ck
had to grab another broad, my last vibe was too stuck up
might go start a navy fed and have lil juney fill it up
a red eye and a cullinan you know i like to mix it up
i get money fifty different ways my sons will never drive
kicked that n+gga out the spot today cause he ain’t have his fire
the streets ain’t for you n+ggas, go to college n+gga hit devry
clip a n+gga wit’ this .45, i’m feelin’ like kawhi
count a eighty watching hbo, that’s just some petty sh+t
go and get a sba a ppp quit beggin’ b+tch
tryna take the easy route, the internet providing funds
feelin’ kind of paranoid, so everyday i’m buyin’ guns
tell yo b+tch quit staring before i take her to my residence
hanging with these wolves in the jungle that’s my element
everything i got, it from the streets ain’t get no settlement
no we not alike ’cause me and you is different specimens
tryna stop the schemin’ but i’m having and it pay too much
all these diamonds on me she gone f+ck, ain’t gotta say too much

- quin nfn lyrics

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