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yg – i like money lyrics

aye aye, black hoodie, black shoes, black twos
n-gg- trip and we bust now it’s bad news (bah bah)
take his b-tch to the house cause she mad cool (f-ck her)
swam in that b-tch p-ssy like a tadpole (f-ck her)
westside til i die imma g though (wesstt)
studio look something like a freak show
ugly b-tches get canceled like nino
and we got d-ck for them b-tches that freeload
imma westside treetop rida (whoop)
b-tches be freakin im the d-ck provida (f-ck me b-tch, suck me b-tch [2x])
slide up slide up raw dog bust a nut now i’m like ahhhh naw (ahh)
my daddy told strap up but i didn’t listen (strap up)
now i gotta take another trip to the clinic (d-mn d-mn)
i got b-tches got b-tches b-tches b-tches b-tches
life is to short i’m happy i’m not a midget

[chorus:]
i like money, i like b-tches, i like sittin’ on 24 inches
i like weed and i like drank i do me f-ck what y’all think
ice cold stay froze like everyday winna
we don’t smoke papers n-gg-s only smoke swishers
knock a n-gg- out like deebo n-gg-
boo bow bing one hitta quitta

[reem riches – verse 2:]
what’s happenin it’s young homie reem
got a chain on my neck got a pocket full of cheese
catch me in mid town wit my n-gg- tc
shootin dice it’s nothing if a n-gg- hit his point
all the homies gone rush him
imma lil n-gg- i don’t fight n-gg- im in there bustin
that’s the end of discussion
uh,n-gg- f-ckin n-gg- we can line it up
pu$ha inc the squad it’s to late for you to sign up
b-tch boy yea i’m rich boy got the boosie fade crackin
n-gg- pants saggin yea we run the west ask 50 what’s hannin
hit mustard up tell n-gg- roll up a blunt
yg shot me pill n-gg- i’m f-cked up
straight a student and sh-t i’m geeked up
studio full of b-tches we turn it up
fast real fast tell them n-gg-s keep up

[chorus]

[teecee – verse 3:]
i’m in the studio gettin twisted
with the homies smokin weed and f-ckin b-tches
newports n-gg- yea i need a whole pack
cause i’m off two pills and a bottle of yac
break a b-tch back, snap
i got my chucks on and a strap
mid town n-gg- yea you know where is at
[?] put the 40 gang up on the map
it’s pu$ha inc though and n-gg-s like to hate
cause we get to the money fast and they late
do a lot of shows get paid smoke weed everyday
i’m on top but i love to get laid
got a lot of b-tches running my way
i do my two step and then i’m gone
it’s tooted and booted yea b-tch you know the song

[chorus]

[gca$$o – verse 4:]
i know dress code say i’m active
and them b-tches love a real young gangsta west hannin
i turn down nothing but ugly hoes
ennie mennie minny moe your b-tch chose
im on and she love the way i throw up the 4
saggin with my n-gg-s brack one i had to get her
ankle my i i i just might skin her
she gone put me in the bentley and bring me dinner
like a red light breaking on b-tches it’s a green light
i’m gone with her paper b-tch i’m gca$$0 now
chopo mi pitho quick to blow a n-gg- brains see
she the rail off my d-ck now that’s a bl-w j-b
pretty b-tch messy hair small waist fat -ss like a att-tude bad then a m-th-f-cka
she want a rep not a busta

[chorus]

- yg lyrics

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