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unkle d money - ghetto turnarounds lyrics

[intro: unkle d money]
look

[verse 1: unkle d money]
turnaround for some fast money, now they big mad
throw a surprise party, put a clown in a trick bag
n+ggas d+ck suckin’ while i’m breakin’ down a big bag
blowin’ hibachi, thumbin’ through the pape’ with my rich friends
let’s hit the bar, have a money fight, and see who really winnin’
them bands can’t fit up in amiris, i’ma d+ckie ‘fit it
blip hangin’ on my neck, phone pocket got a fifty in it
f+ck around and brought a bra for the chopper, that b+tch got titties in it

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
2020 wide body with the big engines
step on the dope and triple up twice, i be kick flippin’
bought this glock to take somethin’ up top, ain’t take pictures with it
i’m finna sift a thousand grams, i need a big blender
ayy, i’m in my lucci bag
why? ’cause i keep the fn and i’ll do you bad
d money just showed me a lil’ trick, now i can do the scams
but that ain’t all a n+gga do, i still can move the grams

[verse 3: unkle d money]
ayy, ri’, i was crankin’ out in burt and beecher too
fenton road sellin’ packs with the needles too
sh+t crazy, i probably counted thirty ‘fore i seen a blue
catch a n+gga danglin’ that ‘cat and let a demon loose
i call my n+gga freaky bishop ’cause he keep some juice
sold a pint while watchin’ south central, i had to keep a deuce
these n+ggas cappin’ in they songs, they don’t speak the truth
you ain’t really tied in with gang, we don’t beef with you
[verse 4: louie ray]
bro, i don’t even know what we lost ’cause i had ran from the raid
just because i was performing, threw a band on the stage
sold a zip of hi for twenty+two five, was in shape
i’m tryna win, but keep throwin’ n+ggas deals like i’m straight

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
d money say he on fenton sellin’ needles
i’m on grand river sellin’ fake dope to rich people
six of wock’ in one pop, this b+tch bite like mosquitos
cut it out with all that hittin’ the road talk, we don’t believe you

[verse 6: louie ray]
new machine, tryna see how many pills it’ll make
new machine got me workin’ overtime when i spray
i be trappin’, bro, i’m workin’ overtime every day
i be in the rearview mirrors whole time every play

[verse 7: unkle d money]
really only want the green, i’m from grove street
big trip, but only punch a lyft if them hoes weak
good p+ssy, but i won’t let her suck it, she got bold t++th
sick i gotta line my n+gga up ’cause he owe me
i heard he up dog sh+t and ain’t throw me
quick to rob him, but like vezz, i been feelin’ like the old me
b+tch don’t wanna drive, i pay the bus just like stoney
threw a kid in the club while n+ggas savin’ for a rollie
[verse 8: rio da yung og]
hit a n+gga ‘cross his head for his rollie
get a nine, do my dance a couple times, that’s a whole key
i can drink six pints by myself ’cause i don’t smoke weed
i heard he got a whole pint of red, don’t let smoke leave
i can’t believe these n+ggas still thinkin’ twenty money
yesterday i bought an eight of wock’, gave him twenty hundreds
did that ten times in one month, so really twenty nothin’
i can drop six n+ggas in thirty seconds, got a fully on me

[verse 9: louie ray]
make an hour sound good like, “bro, i’m fifty out the way”
made the twenty sales wait and got the fifties out the way
i’m a perc+10 popper ’cause the 30s make me shake
threw a party last week and that b+tch ended yesterday
got so many hoes, ain’t gotta f+ck the ones from yesterday
before i drop wraith, i gotta get get the cuddy out the way
before an m, i gotta stack a couple hundred anyway
never seen it done? well, watch how we is finna demonstrate

- unkle d money lyrics

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