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reem da illist - money mitch (feat. lilscrapo) lyrics

a n-gga like me man
i love the game, i love the hustle man
be feeling like one of them all playing n-ggas, you know
a bird, magic or something, (huh)
you know what a n-gga failed, if a n-gga leave the team
but if i leave, (mair and lilscr-po)
my fans still gon love me man

[verse 1 – reem da illist:]

my homie mair and lilscr-po on the beat
we got our own chauffeur so we rest our feet
try to step to me and you’ll get ak7
i got a game, man that’s blessings on blessings on blessings
your like a echo, i can’t hear you when i see you
your invincible, n0body pays attention to you
i’m about to laugh, so that mean i don’t take l’s
yall probably took some l’s from that show, go and tell
oh my gosh, i’m really hungry for anything
i want everything and i’m still in my skinny jeans
want red carpets and cameras all for my team
every step we taking, light up like it’s billie jean
make you disappear like you seen my team
who are you, and what you going to say to me
i’m at the top of my game, i want the fame
once i get it i don’t think imma stop it
imma forget these people like batman and robin, yeah

[hook:]

it’s all about the money mitch
my gang counting all this money
and we stacking it up, and packing it up
put a bullet in ya head, make you drop dead in the bed, hey
it’s all about the money mitch, yeah
the gang counting all this money
and we stacking it up, and packing it up
put a bullet in ya head, make you drop dead in the bed

[verse 2 – lilscr-po:]

uh, look, look
i said it’s said me, reem, and mair, and we crying bout’ this rap
we fitna do something, and racks, and said fitna give it back
and we fitna keep on rapping, cuz we fitna keep on stacking
we would come up to your hood wit’ the 40 on our back and
and we came to keep it slow, we gonna keep it slow
we’ll run up in ya hood, and n0body gonna know
we shoot you, and down, like n0body around
you gonna call the law, cuz you know you got no sound uh

[verse 3 – night mair:]

ay ay ay
walking around the street and seen these people looking
looking at my shoes, n-gga i’m just flexing’, (uh)
flexing on ex’s, now she call up popping
she talking that sh-t, go and push her, push her
push her in the face and then she call the freaking police
don’t call the police, b-tch you don’t know me
call the police, imma hit them wit’ that freaking ak
ak47 on my freaking jack yo
bout’ to go down the street and get this freaking low low
bout’ to get this pay money
bout’ to get this money b-tch
i’m not going down the street and do some weed n-gga
selling that weed, i said selling that weed
i just get that f-cking weed yo, come at me
walking down the street, saw my ex, and my keys yo
she tryna get in my mother freaking house yo
she not gon get in my mother freaking house yo
bout’ to go down the street, and sell these freaking sheets
yo, i said yo, it’s your boy freaking mair yo, mair yo
mair yo, mair yo
saw these people, saw these hoes
they was stacking and lacking, looking like a strap in
bout’ to get this ak, it might freaking happen yo
yo, yo, yo
i saw this hoe flexing when them ak
got the freaking j’s on my feet, you don’t know nothing
yo, yo, yo, yo, let’s get it

- reem da illist lyrics

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