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roscoe dash - t.t.u lyrics

{x2}married to the money man this b-tch look like a play mate, after every show it’s like a episode of ray-jay money, p-ssy, music, stupid that’s just what i do flexing flexing flexing oh my god i’m t.t.u twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket’s full of dead people that’s just how i do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred im flexed up get your check up oh my god i’m t.t.u.
r.o.s.c.o.e pockets fat like pregnant tummy sprained my wrist the otha day i wraped it like a mummy -dman- i’m checked up, flexed up bit your neck up all these chickens love me -they do- they vacuum, vacuum blow my speakers volume on one-hundred -woah- i’m t.t.u my reapers blue i looked down at the sky -i do- no parachute, no rebel if i fall then i’ll die -woah- that’s why yo n-gg- go hard every day that i’m alive -stupid- twenty-twenty everything my sopher doesn’t dry -woah- flexing flexing hit the mall with white folks in my pocket hour thirty minutes later leave with more sh-t then they brought -flexing- in ball’n ball’n ball’n you can call it what you call it this sh-t just like a poker game and b-tch i’m going all out -leegooo- married to the money man this b-tch look like a play mate, after every show it’s like a episode of ray-jay money, p-ssy, music, stupid that’s just what i do flexing flexing flexing oh my god i’m t.t.u twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket’s full of dead people that’s just how i do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred im flexed up get your check up oh my god i’m t.t.u. bank account -overload- -woah- if money was a drug then i overdose boss sh-t stupid cash every time i hit the bank is wit a trash bag -money- roscoe pockets much macho ambre i’m the v.i.p flexed up with dimes louda then rosé -flexing- haters want my reign to stop but there ain’t no way jose i’m just tryna f-ck the game like wayne did in 08 and then they got no money it’s a no go that’s my motto -my motto- i made it i know the truth is a hard pill to swallow -it is- i shut the city down every single place that i go it take ya tewnty years to get on the sh-t that i’m on -leegoo- married to the money man this b-tch look like a play mate, after every show it’s like a episode of ray-jay money, p-ssy, music, stupid that’s just what i do flexing flexing flexing oh my god i’m t.t.u twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket’s full of dead people that’s just how i do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred im flexed up get your check up oh my god i’m t.t.u.

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