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talibando - make the money lyrics

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[intro: talibando]
yeah
navy sh+t
you know what the f+ck it is, n+gga
f+ck with my n+gga tron in this b+tch, n+gga, f+ck it is

[verse 1: talibando]
you gotta make the money, b+tch, don’t let the money make you (yeah)
on i+75 goin’ south, dodgin’ the state troops
i can get the bag in any town, make it shake too (for real)
i found out they payin’ triple here, this was a great move (great move)
everybody with me eatin’ pull a chair up to the table (no cap)
watchin’ cameras in the spot and we ain’t even got no cable (yeah)
i just poured up some quagen, this sh+t thicker than some maplе (ah)
just left out revive, i’m fish+tailin’ down maplе (skrrt)
i’m really takin’ off on n+ggas, put the pedal to the floor (for real)
my cuddy comin’ down from flint he just want a couple ‘bows (come on)
if you see me in the club, just know i snuck my gun in (fah+fah)
all my ice on, chillin’ at the bar, gettin’ lit (yeah)
n+gga play crazy, i’m like granny, hit him with the switch (brrt)
walk him down, get up close, i ain’t into no attempts (naw)
send a b+tch to get a bag and bring it back like i’m a pimp (i am)
smoke exotic by the ‘bow, if i like it, i’ma buy it all
rolled a ‘wood so big, the b+tch thought i was smokin’ on cigars
in the stu’ makin’ sales, babytron punchin’ cards
[verse 2: babytron]
amiri sneaks, amiri jeans, amiri hoodie too
exotic floatin’ ’round the air, this ain’t no cookie, dude
exotic grown, i pull it out a holographic pack
three lines of wocky, add it up, the pop half a rack
twenty+five on the chain, you not sn+tchin’ that
bright and early, gettin’ active, swervin’ ’round, grabbin’ jacks (skrrt)
i want the pro maxes, that’s all (yop)
said he snaggin’ plays, threw his ass a fastball (yoom)
sick this perky thing just hit me, i might crash, dog
heard he had a run, but now he walkin’, that ain’t last long (man)
he should’ve saved somethin’ (sh+t)
fully sound like thunder, b+tch, it’s rain comin’
shooter, he ain’t aimin’ for your legs, you know he brain bustin’



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