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wnc whop bezzy - i got money lyrics

[intro]
ayy (baow)
n+gga, ayy, look
b+tch, they call me big bezzy
ayy, yeah, 3rd world sh+t, ayy, look, ayy
ayy, turn me up

[chorus]
i got money, i got cars, i got b+tches, i got hoes
i got n+ggas up the road, i got pressure for the low
i need twenty for a show, i got shooters that’s on go
size me up, b+tch, i’ma roll, i just had to let you know, yeah
b+tch, i ain’t no ho, smoke a n+gga like a joe, yeah
b+tch, i rep that 3rd and that’s everywhere i go, yeah
turnt up at my shows, hoes grabbin’ on my clothes
they don’t check me at the door ’cause they know i got that pole, yeah
[verse]
turnt up off this addy, but this syrup got me slow, yeah
hit her with it one time, now she callin’ for some more
my lil’ shooter, he don’t f+ck with addys, he be fully mode
n+ggas hollerin’ ’bout they goin’ up, tell ’em check the score (yeah)
catch me, catch me by the store, ayy, you know where i be, n+gga
hollerin’ ’bout it’s up, well, f+ck it, pull up, you gon’ see, n+gga
b+tch, i keep a glock, and you know it got a d, n+gga
leave your sh+t on e, n+gga, better not f+ck with me, n+gga
i don’t give an f, look, ’cause i’m a f+ckin’ g, n+gga
think he on that h the way i put that b+tch to sleep, yeah
a n+gga know how i rock, j’s on my feet
and when i ride, by my side, i got that k on the seat, n+gga
you gon’ take an l before i lose, that’s on my moms, n+gga
b+tch, i’m in my bag like m&ms, don’t worry ’bout mine, n+gga
thinkin’ you gon’ win somethin’ over me, you wastin’ time, n+gga
i be statin’ facts and you be cappin’ in your rhymes, n+gga
you gon’ think it’s graduation how them hats gon’ get to flyin’, n+gga
f+ck with one of mine, n+gga, everybody dyin’, n+gga
you want beef, this chopper take you out to eat, let’s go to chimes, n+gga
just like rodney, whip you front your baby (it ain’t mine, n+gga)
they be like, “that n+gga bezzy crazy,” you ain’t lyin’, n+gga
thinkin’ you gon’ play me like i’m p+ssy, don’t come try, n+gga
talkin’ ’bout you runnin’ off on who? you out your mind, n+gga
let me catch you lackin’ up in traffic, then i’m firin’, n+gga
[chorus]
i got money, i got cars, i got b+tches, i got hoes
i got n+ggas up the road, i got pressure for the low
i need twenty for a show, i got shooters that’s on go
size me up, b+tch, i’ma roll, i just had to let you know, yeah
b+tch, i ain’t no ho, smoke a n+gga like a joe, yeah
b+tch, i rep that 3rd and that’s everywhere i go, yeah
turnt up at my shows, hoes grabbin’ on my clothes
they don’t check me at the door ’cause they know i got that pole, yeah

[outro]
baow, huh? what? look
huh? baow, what? huh?
look, what? baow, huh?
grrah, woo, oh my god

- wnc whop bezzy lyrics

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