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stunna cold - money mission lyrics

[intro]
yeah
luxury music
yeah, yeah, uh
huh yeah
huh, huh

[chorus: stunna cold]
on a money mission, i can’t stop until i get it
need it quick, in an instant, yeah woah
always striving i’m persistent, yeah woah
i get to tripping my n+gga i’m with it
my n+gga i’m handling business
top of the pillar feel like percy miller
my n+gga my card got no limit
riding on us
n+ggas be acting they ain’t with the static boy they ain’t on none
i’m on a paper trail for real, lil boy i follow the funds
i slice a loaf, no crumbs
pockets they on me bun
rocks on the ricks, they dunks
swear on my soul can’t tuck my tail, b+tch i never run
speak from the chest my lungs, ha

[verse: stunna cold]
yeah, aye
aim it at your head boy, try it watch i bless him
n+gga you gon need some blessings playing with the reverend
i got me some new hoes, promise i ain’t stressing
better know your lesson
you a b+tch, you know that and confessed it
you a snitch, you know that and confessed it
you’s a b+tch ha
[verse: bbknight]
what’s the problem
you a snitch, i know what’s really wrong with you
little n+gga you a b+tch
i just pulled up with a p90, yes little n+gga a candlestick
i just came up with your b+tch little n+gga
and just way too f+cking lit
yeah i’m off teremana made her drive the boat
baby we was going all in
i can’t trust a snake, n+ggas moving fake
they was never really my kin
so i sit back cause i’m off the drugs n+gga i was popping narcotics
came up in this b+tch i’m doing my thing
i’m looking like really what’s the problem
these ones just talk about me they hate me cause i be stuck in my dollars
they wouldn’t even try cause they already know i pull out that pippi longstocking
no, no dropped in, in this b+tch i don’t want her she slow, slow
i just pulled out my diamonds, they hitting like froze+oze
i just came in the car and whip it slow, slow
she wanna f+ck on me okay lets go, go
riding around with a lil hoe, let’s get that pole. pole
i know i’m getting rich, i’m never going poor, poor
i need a cup, need pour, pour
f+ck n+gga might get exposed+sposed
exposed+osed
taking my percs i’m slow, slow
i’m off the drugs, i’m off fasho+sho
she just wanna f+ck on me, let’s go, go

- stunna cold lyrics

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