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rude nala - ion kno em lyrics

[chorus]
yeah i be stacking up that cash on the low
and no you can’t bring your friends ion know em
and n-gg- i ain’t show my plans they be scopin’
yo vision blurry like a camera i stay focused (i stay focused)
he wanna spend it all on me wanna blow it (he wanna blow it)
that cash ain’t looking tall that sh-t short (that sh-t short)
he gotta stack p-ss it to me ima sort it (yeah ima sort)
he want me in that front seat ridin’ round wit that 40′ (wit that 40)

[verse 1]
my life style be getting crazy
ask him do you get the picture?
i got the frame fo ya
i’m a boss so i’m not about to change fo ya
if you listen baby i could put some game on ya
too lit, i’m gone (gone)
not back, on forward (forward)
that cup, i’m pourin (pourin)
my phone, they blowin (blowin)
on hood, i get it (get it)
that sauce, spaghetti (ghetti)
cross me, won’t let em (let em)
that guap, i add it (add it)

[bridge]
i’m just stickin to that chase (sticking to that chase)
walk into the room like i’m the man wit the plan
and these n-gg-s salty cuz they gotta stick to the hand
gettin to that check i’m tryna get to the bands

[chorus]
yeah i be stacking up that cash on the low
and no you can’t bring yo friends ion know em
and n-gg- i ain’t show my plans they be scopin’
yo vision blurry like a camera i stay focused (i stay focused)
he wanna spend it all on me wanna blow it (he wanna blow it)
that cash ain’t lookin tall that sh-t short (that sh-t short)
he gotta stack p-ss it to me ima sort it (ya ima sort)
he want me in that front seat ridin’ round wit that 40 (wit that 40)

[verse 2]
told that hoe to get her bands up ya (bands up)
when i’m in that concert throw yo hands up ya
ain’t the money callin, i won’t answer ya
makin yo b-tch mad she throw a tantrum ya
ready for it it take patience
ya i got the right remedy like i got patients
i got that spice it be foriegn and is blasian dawg
bout cop me a raif look like sp-ceship dawg

[bridge]
yeah i’m the lion of the pack
pull up wit a d-ck he bout that stick n to stack
get my pockets filled i’m bout get to da bag
whole team gettin to dat rich from that rag

(on the low)
(ion know)
(they be scopin)

- rude nala lyrics

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