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strap - gettin' money lyrics

[chorus: strap]
imma work my move
show you how to do
time and time again, time and time again
we gon get it in
bunch of young n-gg-s gettin money over here
lean in the cup, kush in the air
bunch of young n-gg-s gettin money over here
got b-tches on the poll, got dollars everywhere

[verse 1: strap]
i got that real money
i got that make ‘m go k!ll money
i pour it real muddy
i like them b-tches that’s real sl-tty
know it’s a bunch of us
get so much money, we could fill a buss
roll up the weed, we got plenty blunts
twistin your fingers, you better cover up
comin through this b-tch with my top off
real red bottoms, you got knock offs
got chargers at the house like a trap house
talk to a n-gg-, he ain’t cash out
my n-gg- dolph pull the racks out, f-ck with us, i pull the guns out
sippin lean till a young n-gg- p-ss out
gettin crazy, f-ck n-gg-, get your mask out

[verse 2: young dolph]
imma work my move, imma bust my tool
imma rock my jewls, i don’t play by the rules
i might f-ck your b-tch, send the b-tch to school
might send that b-tch through
the airport with a hundred in the luggage
winter time i got the top back like f-ck it
might pull up in a forign, might land on a jet
pull up on your b-tch, and she instantly wet
tell the promoter i need 10 pints of syrup
cause i don’t like mine wet
woke up, wasn’t spendin enough money, so i went and got another motherf-ckin rolex
rich young n-gg- in the hood takin orders, so tell me what you wanna get
thugger just called me and asked what i could do with 300 pounds of that light green

- strap lyrics

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