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rxknephew - my money lyrics

(my n+gga brainstorm did this beat)
they like i hate when you funky
i’m chillin tryna get money
they like i hate when you dancing
feeling good, tryna get money
i’m not playing about my money
i can’t argue about my money
we ain’t about to talk about my money
she only love me for the money

a hunnid, a fifty
she smart, tryna act distant
a hunnid, a fifty
all that sh+t you coming with, can miss me with
neph in the party with a big l!ck
they can talk about what, they ain’t did sh+t
glock will hit you like a hiss fit
we gon’ get drunk and don’t remember sh+t

i’m not playing about my money
i’m not talking about my money
i’m not arguing about my money
guess what b+tch? it’s my money
hit the atm and start dancing
hit wells fargo, start dancing
hit chasе bank and start dancing
at bank of america, i’m dancing
party lit, neph and brainstorm
neph pullеd up, got ‘cane for ’em
the party lit, it’s neph and brainstorm
white girl like “neph got cocaine for me”
her booty soft, perky titty
her booty soft, perky titty
her booty soft, perky titty
let neph lay his head on them titties

hit it from the back, make love in it
it was twenty minutes, off the drugs with it
open up shop and trap dubs with it
she a real b+tch and i’m in love with it
glock in my hand while i’m dancing
high as h+ll, i ain’t got the answers
don’t ask me sh+t i can’t answer
i’m kanye, sway you don’t got the answers

gucci rug and the ‘sace rug
uncle elroy, mr. nasty time
a fendi rug and a gucci rug
uncle elroy, mr. nasty time
work so good, slap your momma’
work so good, slap your momma’
work so good, slap your momma’
my b+tch cook ravioli with ricotta
pray to my money rag, not allah
glock outta’ nowhere like voila
b+tch wear the glock, it look like pom+poms
shots fired! you do not wanna’ rob her
she move her hips like she samoan
topshelf head like i growed it
pulled up in town. girl you know it
i’d rather get high than go bowling

big house, six bedrooms
that’s not a guest room, it’s a head room
my other room the boom+boom room
walk in with a robe like bernie mac
like “h+ll nah, i want my corn bread”
i’ll beat your ass ’bout my corn bread
you can keep your p+ssy, i need more head
run to the bag like i have four legs
cameras all around the trap
waist trainer almost broke her back
cameras all around the trap
let me out, i ain’t going back
these dior, not sh+ll+toes
glock on my hip like velcro
take a hood b+tch out to melrose
i stood on garson like a scarecrow

- rxknephew lyrics

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