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ty dinero - ty dinero-zone lyrics

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chorus:
i got these chains on my neck watch it cut up
ain’t talking money
n-gga shut the f-ck up
ain’t wit the beef only f-cking with lettuce
smoking on pressure i feel a lil better
he think he fly we come knock off his feathers
i was down bad had to get it together
hurricane wrist
i be changing the weather
i got the sauce had to add a lil pepper

verse:
if u can’t see i got 2 watches on
he think he balling get hit with a zone
that money come in i ain’t taking no loan
my pants is to tight i think i need some room
i feel like i’m gucci these n-ggas my clones
all on that b-tch cause she bad to the bone
i’m smoking moon rock i’m high on the moon
make her jump like a bunny loony tunes

n-gga you broke what you doing bout it
crash the h-llcat need a new body
remember she said i’m a n0body
she the cash wanna ride me like a harley

ohhh

flexing on n-ggas i feel like a wrestler
ain’t gotta drive i slide in a telsa
all these loads gotta make some investments
he ain’t really with it taking pictures with his weapons

don’t want that b-tch she a sleaze
pushing the start boy i don’t need a key
knock his -ss out make him really see zzzz’s
might cop me a benz all white like a sheep
yea, yea
track-hawk jeep
make the money counter go beep
she said she in love b-tch please
huh, not with me

i go the drip u might fall when u step to me
want what i got but you can’t get the best of me
cousin switched up
he can’t even get next to me
hoe want chanel only reason she texting me
i count a hundred this really ain’t nothing
my pockets be bumping
that chop like a trumpet
i’m uping he jumping
turn nothing to something
been chasing this paper i need me a comp-ss

chorus:
i got these chains on my neck watch it cut up
ain’t talking money
n-gga shut the f-ck up
ain’t wit the beef only f-cking with lettuce
smoking on pressure i feel a lil better
he think he fly we come knock off his feathers
i was down bad had to get it together
hurricane wrist
i be changing the weather
i got the sauce had to add a lil pepper

- ty dinero lyrics

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