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$teven cannon & money montage - moneychanges lyrics

[intro]
uh
huh, huh
really in my bag, bro (like really in my bag) (that’s jefe, man)
yeah

[chorus]
money change a b+tch but it ain’t changin’ me
i’m poppin’ out his sweats, hop out the amg
i probably woke up to what these n+ggas make in a week
exotic soda, i ship it, so it make me sleep, dummy
i got it out the mud, you got the edd
your sh+t don’t really bust, that ain’t no real vv (nope)
lil’ n+gga, the famous b+tches come lay with me
tsa’ll check the bag but ain’t no .8 on me

[verse]
she swear that i’m the one, that’s why she wait on me
i just picked up a box, that’s why it’s weight on me
how these n+ggas never knew me but they hate on me?
i hit my guys to the spin the block ’cause motherf+ck a fade
b+tch, i’m all about the blue’s clues
man, there’s blood on my true blues (n+gga)
gucci bag, i hold a .40, let a fool choose
f+ck the feds, bro, i’m makin’ up some new rules
f+ckin’ with these n+ggas like a dime a dozen
i can feel it when you comin’, i’m without your lovin’
sweatpants, head tight with them jewels on
when i’m away, you hit my phone for them new songs
why would i do you wrong?
why would i lose it all?
why would i do them things to make you move on?
uh, i want it all
i want it all
i don’t want a little bit, i want it all
i want it all
i don’t want a little bit, i want it all
know i might seem limp but i ain’t finna fall
man, i get the head but i’ma get the jaws
rollin’ with some paper, i’ma hit it raw
i know baby girl just said she want it all
baby, arch your back just like a bendy straw
i might have to buy this b+tch a mini mall
little by the little, i’ma get it all
i can give you little, i’ma give it all
i got blood on my true blues
if it ain’t ’bout the money then it’s blue’s clues
i’m thinkin’ after five [?], i’ma hit the moon
why the brokest n+gga loudest in the room?
[chorus]
money change a b+tch but it ain’t changin’ me
i’m poppin’ out his sweats, hop out the amg
i probably woke up to what these n+ggas make in a week
exotic soda, i ship it, so it make me sleep, dummy
i got it out the mud, you got the edd
your sh+t don’t really bust, that ain’t no real vv (nope)
lil’ n+gga, the famous b+tches come lay with me
tsa’ll check the bag but ain’t no .8 on me

- teven cannon money montage lyrics

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