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shells - money lyrics

[chorus]
money on my mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind i’m from that top gutter n-gga tote nines u smoke that mid but i blow pine mmmmoney on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind i’m from that top gutter n-gga tote nines you smoke that mid but i blow pine mm-money on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind mmoney on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind mmoney on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind money on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind mmmoney my money mm-money my money mm-money my money mm-money on my mind hoe mm-money my money mm-money my money mm-money my money mm-money on my mind hoe

[verse]
money on my mind k!lla m-th-f-cker tryna steal my grind i’m from that top gutta n-gga toting nines u smoke that mid but i blow that pine whats popping slime all my hoes dime neva trust a b-tch ’cause dey leave they legs wide she on my d-ck ’cause she a n-gga ride left hand on the wheel her face in my thighs team stay high f-ck em other n-ggas middles up still screamin f-ck n-ggas ya b-tch wanna f-ck ’cause she said my d-ck bigger i sm-tt ya thot p-ss her to my lil n-ggas i stay whipping blow till my arm goes stiff gotta main b-tch couple freaks i’ma pimp obsessed to fame n money tryna cop foreign whip b-tch it’s levels to sh-t yung n-gga getting rich
hold up
all black peacoat pocket fulla c0ke….tre eight hug the sleeve make a n-gga hold his throat… …b-tch i’m grinding for this cash selling dope n the smoke…leave ya b-tch in my presence i’ma gag her with this rope…..grams on the stove manny taught me what i know….bad b-tches weighing bricks love to ski on the slope….7 keys size of dwarfs china white powder snow….only c-ck nasty b-tches love the finger she gon’ blow.. cl1ck clat 40 bend his ribs back swish blade at his throat p grab syringe wrap all my n-ggas strap bluesteel dressed in all black b-tch where the cash 45 serving spinal taps…..fill the bags witness snap dey wigs back needed hundred thou for the yay f-ck a maybach p-ss on ya grave abomination get soul sn-tch leave the corpse bound gasoline toss the whole match …..mack out air the trap out n-ggas laying on the curb wit dey ducking brains this d-ck make her tap out blow her brains naked b-tches in the trap no panties breast out n-gga cash out black card n-gga maxed out n i’m dropping all dese 100 valet mash out witta all gold rollie no tick timeout you f-cking wit star b-tch now open ya mouth
bow

[chorus]
mm-money my money mm-money my money mm-money my money mm money on my mind hoe mm-money my money mm-money my-money mm-money my money mm-money on my mind hoe money on my mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind i’m from that top gutter n-gga tote nines you smoke that mid but i blow pine mm-money on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind i’m from that top gutter n-gga tote nines u smoke that mid but i blow pine m-money on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind mm-money on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind m-money on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind money on mind k!lla m-th-f-cker trying steal my grind

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