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swateezy – it ain’t my money lyrics

feat. nucky breaux jr and apollo

[nucky breaux jr – verse 1]
when i step in the club chillin
but they hit n-gg- foe dub stealin
i finna get so f-ck up illin
d-mn she got a big ole b-tt feelin
on her backside she so appealing
d-mn i wait can’t to see tha -ss she concealing.
she say she looking baller
i’m like d-mn baby girl u should set ur sights to ceiling.
come wit f-ck n-gg-
i’m not a star pitcher
i’m not a quarterback but u can be my center.
don’t have alotta money but i’m good whea it counts
but u ain’t gotta pay girl this d-ck is on the house.

[nucky breaux jr – chorus]
when i step in the club money yeah i’m headed straight for bar money lil mamma lookin like she want sumthin from me it must be this d-ck cuz it ain’t my money.
(repeat) 4 times it ain’t my money it
lil mamma lookin like she want sumthin from me must be this d-ck cuz it ain’t my money.
(repeat) 4 times it ain’t my money
lil mamma lookin like she want sumthin from me must be this d-ck cuz it ain’t my money.

[swat–zy – verse 2]
it’s must be the creez
it must be the way that my jordans match my tee
she must can tell what i’m packin in my jeans
if she bout that action she can get a mouth fulla deeez
nuts, after i bust i’m ghost, beware
she want me with my bone out, kevin ware
i hit it with my wood she on all fours like a chair
and i make her scream like a ride at the fair
she rides and her hair falls like london bridge
i ball, like under lids, bout that paper dunder miff
lightin another spliff, wue geuttin high doe
she say she ain’t wanna f-ck, giiiirl whatchu gotta lie foe

[nucky breaux jr – chorus]

[apollo – verse 3]
she say she love me cuz she live this d-ck
when i hit i make her sick to her stomach no pepto biz
my money getting long but my d-ck way longer
she suck suck her eyes roll back she start to wonder
good d-ck money signs or lifetime
gold diggin extractin gold no cyanide
she never seen it coming hit her -ss wit a blindside
northern n-gg- in the south side, split her legs no apartheid
you comin over well coo yea well we manajin
no thirsty hoes no kim k’s n-gg- we dodgin
think you in love ha b-tch you funny
you after this d-ck, sh-t it ain’t my money

[nucky breaux jr – chorus]

- swateezy lyrics

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