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yaboysxint - money like meh lyrics

[intro + yaboysxint]
uh uh
(ya’ll already know i was gonna do this sh+t)
yeah
uh huh, me and slaughtermane
yeah, yeah
yeah yeah

[chorus + yaboysxint]
causing that pain
with slaughtermane
spill all his brains
they call me sxint
but i’m not a saint
he on this gang
run with that k
b+tch we don’t play
wait, what did he say?
don’t matter to me
he ain’t money like me
[verse 1 + yaboysxint]
she wear prada
she go la la la
she get slaughter
going ah ah ah
he starting drama
i got my lama
cry to your mama
she wearing prada
wonder who bought it
look at my flow, they can not top it
never gone top it
my numbers never be dropping
pull up to the scene and the body’s be dropping
don’t give a f+ck causе my choppa be popping
cops pull up b+tch i’m not stopping
i’m gone party till my body stop
she party till thе molly pop
all these bottles that she popped
that’s her life no she won’t stop
bodys dropping all the time
slaughtermane gone run that .9

[chorus + yaboysxint & inuv3rt]
causing that pain
with slaughtermane
spill all his brains
they call me sxint
but i’m not a saint
he on this gang
run with that k
b+tch we don’t play
wait, what did he say? (yeah)
don’t matter to me
he ain’t money like me (let’s go)
[verse 2 + inuv3rt]
she want fendi, i put lean in my cup
rolling off a perky, boy yeah i am stuck
slide down on my block yeah
then you out+
yeah then you outa luck
if i slide down your block and you see the glocks you better duck
if he think he made it out the mud
well me and my dawgs made it out the muck
we got too many b+tches, yeah we can’t even add em up
he said he making money, broke boy
it ain’t adding up (no)
i’m still tryna figure out (yeah)
who gassed him up

[chorus + yaboysxint]
causing that pain
with slaughtermane
spill all his brains
they call me sxint
but i’m not a saint
he on this gang
run with that k
b+tch we don’t play
wait, what did he say?
don’t matter to me
he ain’t money like me
[verse 3 + slaughtermane]
yeah
yeah, he ain’t making money like me (what?)
put it to that p+ssy brain
throwing hundreds in the rain
got this .9 to his mothaf+ckin brain
wocka flocka i go hard in the paint (yeah)
hittin them shots, i don’t even need to aim
got this .9 in my hand, put it straight to your brain
had a bad day so i inhale all the pain
yeah hit her up again, her p+ssy was insane
green mothaf+cka’ i got money all me
money all over my b+tches like rain
yeah you making money but it’s not like me (yeah)
take another hit not i feel f+ckin’ great
i need all my money right now, don’t wanna wait (skrt)

- yaboysxint lyrics

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