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shredgang mone - at the table lyrics

[intro: project poppa]
(stuntman)
(beatgang)
ayy, [?], n+gga
ayy, choppers on the counter, n+gga
countin’ by the hour, n+gga
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: project poppa & shredgang mone]
glocks on the floor, and them dracs too (dracos)
twenty+ball the long way, that’s what that roll do (rollin’)
said i quit smokin’ and gamblin’ too
but, sh+t, i’m blowed right now, sh+t, i was lyin’, boo (man)
money counter cl!ckin’ back and forth
ten flowin’ in, boys got ten more
that’s a dub, and you ain’t seen it ’cause you poor (you broke)
7.62s’ll knock a p+ssy on the floor, n+gga
two days of stackin’, spent it on a chain (grams)
made it back the same night, threw it on some lames (rainin’)
rerocked off that, went and bought some frames
let me stop ’cause y’all ain’t even in my bracket range
young n+gga, yeah, i’m savage with it (yeah)
hit a n+gga b+tch quick, you know i’m reckless, n+gga (you know i’m rеckless with it, n+gga)
so save that actin’, n+gga (save that sh+t)
‘forе i get your ass attacked, lil’ n+gga
[chorus: project poppa]
choppers on the floor, money on the table (choppers)
money flowin’ in, f+ck your record label (f+ck y’all n+ggas)
all these gold chains be in your own lane (gang, gone)
when it’s time to eat, we all at the table (at the table, n+gga)
choppers on the floor, money on the table (choppers)
money flowin’ in, f+ck your record label (f+ck y’all n+ggas)
all these gold chains be in your own lane
when it’s time to eat, we all at the table

[verse 2]
i don’t need your money, b+tch, ho, i’m self+made
i’ma do this sh+t all alone, b+tch, i’m self+paid
sharper than a motherf+cker, cuttin’ like a switchblade
let them n+ggas stay bummy, at the bottom, they’ll hate
if i sign this record deal, family roles they’ll play
if i don’t sign sh+t, everybody fade away
my brother got a thirty pack, best believe i’m gettin’ ten
get my thumbs stronger while i’m fl!ckin’ through them benjamins
vtay said put that play down
do it for a check, from the d back to oaktown
leavin’ out of state, that don’t mean that you safe now
three deep in the red van, couple chop rounds
big bills on the gun, we don’t hold stocks now
growin’ weed in the back, my n+ggas in this d+mn house
big bills on the gun, we don’t hold stocks now
growin’ weed in the back, my n+ggas in this d+mn house
[chorus: project poppa & shredgang mone]
choppers on the floor, money on the table (choppers)
money flowin’ in, f+ck your record label (f+ck y’all n+ggas)
all these gold chains be in your own lane (gang, gone)
when it’s time to eat, we all at the table (at the table, n+gga)
choppers on the floor, money on the table (choppers)
money flowin’ in, f+ck your record label (f+ck y’all n+ggas)
all these gold chains be in your own lane (shredgang, n+gga)
when it’s time to eat, we all at the table

[verse 3: shredgang mone]
glock on my hip, bobby shmurda, i’m a hot n+gga
thirty+six hours to open, we brought them chops with us (got them chops, n+gga)
i’m sick of n+ggas talkin’ sh+t, but they is not with it
catch a body, pour a four, n+gga, i feel like sky diggins (uh+huh)
any time i go lurkin’, we got five pistols (strap)
and i’m only f+ckin’ with n+ggas who gon’ die with me
molly in the blunts, spark it up, i got tipsy (woo, woo), ayy
i’m a motherf+ckin’ menace (yeah)
with the own lane in the ‘jects, in the trenches
throwin’ up the 5s, hoes off the percs trippin’
mac around my neck, try to slide, it get ignant
loyal to my n+ggas, defend the block just like pippen
water on me, shred, try to reach, you’d be missing (r.i.p.)
mad about these hoes, i’m just thinkin’ ’bout the spinach
loud in the lean, seem i never reach my limits (nah)
that’s ’cause all the n+ggas they be findin’ in the river
we shred
[chorus: project poppa]
choppers on the floor, money on the table (choppers)
money flowin’ in, f+ck your record label (f+ck y’all n+ggas)
all these gold chains be in your own lane (gang, gone)
when it’s time to eat, we all at the table (at the table, n+gga)
choppers on the floor, money on the table (choppers)
money flowin’ in, f+ck your record label (f+ck y’all n+ggas)
all these gold chains be in your own lane
when it’s time to eat, we all at the table

[outro]
(stuntman)
(beatgang)

- shredgang mone lyrics

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