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reese laflare - m.b.d.w. lyrics

[chorus: reese laflare]
and this one for my hippys that be smoking weed
and this one for my b+tches that be popping beans
and this one for my n+ggas that be getting cheese
you ’bout that money, motherf+cker, let me hear you scream
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed

[verse 1: reese laflare]
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and the weed
quarter pound all hundreds, boy, zip of the lean
real n+ggas all around me, and they repping the team
so i be stunting well protected, when i’m out on the scene
these p+ssy n+ggas plotting, but it don’t mean a thing
n+ggas hating when they waking, ’cause i’m living they dream
my ma say i be trippin, ’cause i’m smoking on loud
but my city show me love, they say i’m making them proud
couple shots, no caution
hit the weed and i’m caufing
you n+ggas getting it sometimes, i get this sh+t more often
i’m ’bout dollars, ’bout money, ’bout a check
ain’t ’bout some profit, when you hit me, you can’t get a text
but this one for my hippys that be smoking weed
that keep a bad b+tch that be popping beans
and this one for them real n+ggas getting cheese
you ’bout a dollar, getting money, let me hear you scream
[chorus: reese laflare]
and this one for my hippys that be smoking weed
and this one for my b+tches that be popping beans
and this one for my n+ggas that be getting cheese
you ’bout that money, motherf+cker, let me hear you scream
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed

[verse 2: kurtis williams]
i got b+tches, i got b+tches, i got kush and ben franklins
these girls just wanna party hard, forget the night when they wake up
i wanna thank the lord today, ’cause all my n+ggas done made it
2 middle fingers up, to all them f+ck n+ggas who hate it
alright, my real n+ggas live only
fake n+ggas die slowly
it’s my world, my world, so [?] want it
no, i got no need to flaunt it, know these bands will make [?]
turn up at the function, [?] dance floor
we got that weed, i told her roll it
[?] some drugs, i told her hold it
jesus christ around my neck, i praise the lord for this roley
sn+tch a rari on [?] how i got it, that’s a story
oh but [?] at all these ho n+ggas, that’s what my mama tought me
all my trill b+tches
light that weed
and all my trill b+tches
pop a bean
now all my trill b+tches
light that weed
and all my trill b+tches
go and pop a bean
bust it for a n+gga
[chorus: reese laflare]
and this one for my hippys that be smoking weed
and this one for my b+tches that be popping beans
and this one for my n+ggas that be getting cheese
you ’bout that money, motherf+cker, let me hear you scream
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed
i got money, i got b+tches, i got drugs and weed

- reese laflare lyrics

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