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rx papi - i need all my money lyrics

[intro]
yeah
f+cking made man, n+gga
i’m with the mob, when i walk in the room, f+cking look me in my face

[verse]
she asked me why i’m heartless, ’cause i grew up in darkness
all i know is blood, yellow tapes, closed coffins
we don’t do talkin’, if he run hawk him
brodie went to sparking and took everything off him
he used to be a good kid, seen a murder and lost it
now i’m mad man, young wild boy, that’s what they call me
he ain’t worried ’bout doing time, he go to bangin’ fye whenever n+ggas call him
take a whole block over like i’m nino in thе carter
i feel like ab in this b+tch, i go to war with n+ggas doly
f+ck you, f+ck you, i been that way since a shorty
i’m a mеchanic, doing damage when i’m bouncin’ out the audi
i put them grams and got my mans and left them other n+ggas salty
she get nasty, but she classy, flew the b+tch in out from [?]
you got a dub, you can’t get my wrist, you gon’ need another forty
i ain’t gotta run to get my gun, lil’ brodie know it’s on me
they heard the +clap clap clap+, that sh+t was like [?]
brodie bang it out with anybody, he don’t care where we at
he got his son, so what? we goin’ dumb, he ain’t gettin’ spared for that
my momma called me crazy, said i got a short fuse
i’ma die or go to jail, either way it’s a lose+lose
they put ace on the news, but he still kept shooting
with a rifle he like nike, he bounce out and just do it
they on the ‘gram interviewing, we was tryna get into it
them n+ggas had big homies, we really moved the unit
everytime they got caught dolo they wouldn’t do it
it was time, ace begged me like “brodie, let me shoot him”
clear that block, he got hit all in his neck, and y’all can’t get him back
and all you did was drop a diss song, what typa sh+t is that?
you know i’m the main one, top opp, whatever you wan’ call it
whenever you call him make sure that you tell him that i’m ballin’
i pull up in foreigns, i been on the court, i’m steady scorin’
[?], so everytime the b+tch call me i’m ignoring
when my brother died n+ggas got crucified
if you say you slid for your man, n+gga, you’s a liar
you was doin’ interviews, coming in a suit and tie
we was masked up in them vs tryna shoot a guy
i made more money than you while i was doing time
you was on the street on your feet moving nicks and dimes
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me
i go in my stash real fast, pull out a buck+fifty
the glock got glue on it, boy, this b+tch stuck with me
my momma told me “calm down and pray, son”
the opps talkin’ like this drac’ won’t take a face or something
we sittin’ out his house for two hours, brodie, wait, he comin’
brodie jump out like usain bolt chasing something
pick your man up, n+gga

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