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rondoe – everywhere we go lyrics

[intro: rondoe]
haha (yea, yea)
pay me r pay me no attention (straight up)
know what i’m talkin’ bout (know what i’m talkin’ bout)
feezi what’s up my n+gga (what up)
aye these n+ggas, aye
they gotta give us some money man (they gotta give us some money)
they gotta give us some f+cking money (haha)
big baby tell ’em to cut the check n+gga (tell ’em to cut the check)

[verse 1: rondoe]
it’s still funk on site, but n+ggas tryin’ to get paid
f+ck that, i ain’t working for no minimum wage
i was still out c’here when the sun came up
scr+pping up change, getting up my ones
pay me my n+gga, or pay me no attеntion
give me some monеy, i already got b+tches
r.i.p. lil c, free duke, free dennis
and i’m gettin’ loot like my n+gga cash image
we can pull out benzes or trucks on sixes
but being all flashy, ‘ill send a n+gga to prison
so i pull up gettin’ money in a under buck
riding with a little gun but the clip big as f+ck
ball like penny hardaway, in his old days
trap be boomin’, a couple racks a day
we sell yay, f+ck it we gettin’ cake
a couple chops on us just to let ’em know we don’t play
[chorus: bishop young don]
we get money my n+gga, everywhere that we go
it don’t matter my n+gga, rob a n+gga, move a key, we will get doe
we get money, so much money (oh)
rob a n+gga here, move a key there
next thing you know, its money everywhere

[verse 2: feezi cash]
my n+gga made the call, you d+mn right i ???? meeting ’em
sixteen zips off a brick, i got ten of em
most going for the high, but some going for the low
but you gone pay the same ticket as the last time tho’
see i’m grittin’ with the blamy, for the suckas that can’t stand me
and cash talk my n+gga, i’ll hit ya then hit miami
when n+ggas come up dead, the pigs try to make us liable
but i got a lawyer who can make it justifiable
i could be mythological and clap you for that old sh+t
but me, flip flip, r+d, and paper pro get
mail from these ??? ass n+ggas, so f+ck that hoe sh+t
my whip game stupid my n+gga, you in your hoe’s sh+t
started with a zip, then i gritted up to that fo’ sh+t
now i get a rental then fill the trunk up with whole shiiiiii (bricks)
paying court fines with grands+is n+gga
in the same sentence, say k!llas in kansas n+gga

[chorus: bishop young don]
we get money my n+gga, everywhere that we go
it don’t matter my n+gga, rob a n+gga, move a key, we will get doe
we get money, so much money (oh)
rob a n+gga here, move a key there
next thing you know, its money everywhere
[verse 3: rondoe]
i couldn’t tell you how many racks i blew through
f+ck being laid up, i wake up to get loot
watch who serving and watch who you talking to
these n+ggas telling like a motherf+cker, and it got me spooked
they say all money it ain’t good money
but its all good, when you getting money
you hating ass n+ggas need to mind your business
we be getting scrilla everywhere we visit
we ain’t really trippin’, we gettin’ this loot cuz
still ‘ill whip up and wake your game up
cash rule everything around me
so i be moving this coke man, moving this weed
all my b+tches say i ain’t never got no time
baby i’m busy paying lawyers and court fines
with your hatin’ ass, another rack in the stash
still brim boy gang and i bang with money bags

- rondoe lyrics

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