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wtm dae money - gta lyrics

gta lyrics
[verse 1: wtm dae money]
my city it get cold, supreme coats in november
supreme on my drawers, supreme timbs for the winter
put me on the plate, bases loaded, ninth inning
my granddaddy a pastor, whole life i’ve been sinning
apple pay for lean, i done went over the limit
retired from the mall, i ain’t been there in a minute
i just took a pill, i can feel that b+tch kickin’
i live like gta, gettin’ payed for a mission

[verse 2: veeze]
he bout to k!ll himself, you smoke crack don’t you?
no shoe strings, you tote macs dont you?
my brother keep [?], but no tax on it
i’m in amiri jeans, sipping act like corona
you can’t chill in the trap, that’s the k, boy you sitting on it
you can have these lil thots, f+cked em’ all, i can’t get no more
you can come to my closet and shop, it’s like different stores
quiet like kawhi but he shooting like that n+gga jordan
boy, you so f+ckin’ broke it’s like you gettin’ younger
the hoe, she too young for me daemoney still don’t want her
my heart, that muf+cka’ cold and its getting worse
but me, the muf+ckin’ goat i’m just getting goater
i’m a walking, talking comma i can get her over
took his b+tch, it’s been some weeks that n+gga livin’ lonely
we done paralyzed his man, they call that n+gga soldier
shot his ass, so much brown it’s like living color
[verse 3: wtm dae money]
she could have caught a case, i was in high school hitting mothers
b+tch i’m one of one, once i’m done you won’t get another
a real bronx tale, i was raised by my f+ckin’ uncles
eight years old shooting dice, i made my first hunnid’
i can tell you n+ggas broke thats your first money
that sh+t you lil’ n+ggas flash, that’s my perc money
that sh+t you stashin’ that’s my put it in her purse money
you don’t know jewelry, boy them stones ain’t worth nothin’
i was seven grabbin’ ass in the hallway
fresh as h+ll, wearin’ balmains to the ballgame
put a switch on yo head, hit everything without aim
n+ggas done really had money fore’ i had fame
chrome heart druggie, twenty days straight
take it to the shoe box, a hunnid’ plays straight
n+ggas uppin’ throwbacks, tryna save face
the table long as h+ll, b+tch my whole team sayin’ grace

[verse 4: lucki]
she say i’m annoying, i keep asking “where the wock at?”
i’m still on the 30’s and i’m itchin’ “where the glock at?”
i just scared a good hoe away, i need to stop that
you everywhere i’m not at, i’m turnin’ off a [?]
we just put my new b+tch on the road, i got a opp ass
amg left him straight, cause he a copycat
i just scared a good hoe away, i need to stop that
sister gave me fifty for a show, can’t even talk back

- wtm dae money lyrics

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