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steel banglez - money lyrics

[chorus: mo stack]
yeah, i’ve made money off of rap
i’ve made money on the bench
i’ve made money off a benz
i’ll take money with a bat
i’ll take money with a shank
i’ll take money with a skeng
i make money on my ones
i make money with my dons
i make money for my mum
i make money in the rain
i make money in the snow
i make money in the sun

[verse 1: abra cadabra]
i’ve made money on my ones
money in drums
money on the curbs tryna buy me a gun
cah these days bare p-ssies tryna rise in the slums
take time likkle man before you get your head bust
i heard they wanna take man’s cream
the fed want take mans team
the sh-t that i seen, f-ck that
bare money haffi drop
finna cause a crime scene
i’ll be dealing with that glock
we be squeezing non stop
man’s bulldogs, we ain’t bored doe
now i’m still screaming i was sure, where was you when i was low?
they didn’t want to know when i was road
now these funny n-ggas wanna know (funny n-ggas wanna know)
i’ve made money on my ones
of course stabbings on my ones
i’ve crunched pr-cks with my brothers
no manners with the g’s
1-7 be the team
we them n-ggas f-cking n-ggas baby mothers

[verse 2: mist]
make money on the road
get money in the cold
get money off shows (real talk)
karla’s back with a bang
get your dhanas yakked might finesse some o’s
turned mad slappy make man ten toes
bad b said she want it in her throat
mad neck while i’m blowing out my smoke
with da .44, slap 4, make a n-gga know
i’m all about my money and my dough
and n-gga’s playlisted but i still do road (trap-trap)
the labels wanna holla at a n-gga
but they can’t get a n-gga like i’m monoatomic gold
like haile n-gga, yeah i’m just in my zone
with abra stay piffin on my ounto
and even though my work rate slow
still late night graft in the lab with mo (mostack)

[verse 3: mo stack]
i just ticked her off my list n-gga, i’m a criss-crosser
can’t afford creps so she is a flip-flopper
n-ggas switch sets, man you’re a d-ck hopper
i’m lying to the gyal about you’re a big shotta
talk about racks you ain’t heard of money
talk about straps no burner money
i’m laughing, you n-ggas got some learner money
i can’t wait for the day when i can burn the money, and let it burn
hit a n-gga like it’s bullseye
too fly, i saw mist out in dubai
poolside, it had me thinking about a new life
new yard, new crib, plus a new ride
come a long way from a drug dealer
told my old b-tch i don’t f-cking need ya
remember how the gyal give a million airs
they gon’ want me when i’m a millionaire

[verse 4: haile]
yeah, yeah, we make money
i be watching the figures, i make money
i ain’t watching you n-ggas, i make money
just the beginning winning, i got the wave on me
surfing, surfing, surfing
them lurking, lurking, lurking
mi a shine and give me red eye
so it’s curtain, curtain, curtain
now they wanna break me, no no
i was on my own like solo
and i wear my apes on the road (on road)
savage like mojo jojo
get the mular, and then i’m drinking on that hennessy
spent it for my haters, spent it right in front of me
i ain’t got no worries, take a flight to tennessee
i’mma make a difference, making you remember me
oh yeah

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