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v1v1d – money lyrics

[intro: v1v1d]
the overwhelming majority of drug users don’t have a drug problem
drugs ain’t the problem
people the problem
y’all feel good? (yeah)
ay, ay real good (b+tch)
ay

[verse 1: v1v1d]
i done seen a dollar bill k!ll a man
broad day, sprinter van
oz, milligrams
how you feeling man?
f+ck it tho, i hit the xan
codeine couldn’t, cut it, d+mn
that my percky dance
higher than a ceiling fan (pill pop)
bet the bass, make ya head nod (head nod)
808’s and 30’s what the kids on
it ain’t cool but it k!ll time (k!ll time)
i know that it wrong but i feel like
[chorus: v1v1d]
money, money, money (and i feel like)
money, money, money (yeah, i feel like)
money, money, money (and i feel like)
money, money, money

[verse 2: v1d1d]
and i’m feeling like a bill ain’t nothing, imma pay it full
i know you thinking that you real but i’m seeing you fold
i got that hot touch like i play with a stove
i’m out fot real deal money, not the type that will fold, b+tch

[interlude: ???]
[?]

[verse 3: rick will]
top the screw up, hallelujah, ah
i just seen my jeweler, that’s why i’m [?], ah
[?] get me chinese, i play the buddha, ah
why you tryna find me? you ain’t no [?], ah (p+ssy)
and my [?] i know a lullaby, homicide
all that tough talk, why tryne die?
never satisfied, do remmy make a gallon size?
it ain’t rocket science, you can tell i’m feelin’ like

[chorus: v1v1d]
money, money, money (and i feel like)
money, money, money (yeah, i feel like)
money, money, money (and i feel like)
money, money, money (and i feel like)
[outro: v1v1d]
thought we was done?

[intro: v1v1d]
nah
it’s my [tangent?]

[verse: v1v1d]
and i’m locked in late, no breaks, just work
money look clean but it came from the dirt
tell me what you seen, aye, f+ck what you heard
everything i got that’s everything i earned
and i’m back on dirt, got earth in my veins
money in the safe, few perks for the pain
ain’t worried ’bout fame
i just need a crib with a lake and a bed where i f+ck all day
yellin’ “f+ck that fame”
i don’t need money or a chain
everything’s just dust at the end of the day (at the end of the day)
and it still don’t change
when i die too young let a slow beat play, ah, yeah

[interlude: v1v1d]
sometimes you gotta [?] real, man
[outro]
and you know i’m chopped and screwed up, hallelujah, uh
cut off my old hoes, i need some new ones
by boy rickey from the north side, he say “go cubs”
i got deals up on my iphone, i’m talkin’ new funds, b+tch

- v1v1d lyrics

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