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remy banks - money. lyrics

[hook: remy banks & slayter]
n-gg- ain’t no money like show money
no money like blow money
snow money like no money
who the f-ck is you? i don’t know, money
got new money
got old money
got drug money
got ho money
f-ck this rap sh-t that sh-t slow money
rather hit the block and get fasho money
fasho money
couple dollars you looking hungry
funny money got ’em laughing
cause you looking crummy
got bl–dy money
circ-mstances got ’em running from me
no matter how far they get
it comes right back to me
back to me
get the paper then i blow money
blow money
snow bunny with her nose runny
throw her twenty
make her -ss h-t the store for me
drive the whip city-to-city
on the road money

[verse 1: remy banks]
i done seen money turn righteous n-gg-s evil
hit the switch up on they people for a slice of the pie
i don’t know how you let that paper chase deceive you
cause i could never let a dime disturb my brothers and i
we moving towards longevity dough
got our eyes on the prize
treasure chest full of rubies and gold
smoking on a charter island
bags of money parachuting from the sky
the life i’m trying to live ’til i go
you feel me though?
[verse 2: slayter]
i ain’t been able to write lately
i’ve been lacking p-ssion
seeing things happen but i kept writing
my b-tch heard my song was about her
she got excited
whatever drugs i p-ss to her
she gonna hide it
i need that richer-than-your-father money
crib near fordham where i hide the money
we multiply the money
me and my n-gg-s we divide the money
so much paper we might die with money
and you can’t take it from me

[hook: remy banks & slayter]
n-gg- ain’t no money like show money
no money like blow money
snow money like no money
who the f-ck is you? i don’t know, money
got new money
got old money
got drug money
got ho money
f-ck this rap sh-t that sh-t slow money
rather hit the block and get fasho money
fasho money
couple dollars you looking hungry
funny money got ’em laughing
cause you looking crummy
got bl–dy money
circ-mstances got ’em running from me
no matter how far they get
it comes right back to me
back to me
get the paper then i blow money
blow money
snow bunny with her nose runny
throw her twenty
make her -ss h-t the store money
drive the whip city-to-city
on the road money

- remy banks lyrics

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