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young deshawn - money guard lyrics

i have to make a hustle all night, i have to make a hustle all day, and never i got pay for the ticket ever again, were i’m the money attacker saying the money iz warp, were am talking about dat money in the eastside yo brothaz should’ve not never cross me were am the lethal rapper in recording booth am spit dat fire my words will be burning yo money to ashes “excuse” me was dat me

all during my mind i had thoughts that 100 million were i been seeing lot girls running back for more and more cash, then i said this last time that i will pay for my cell phone bill also the rent and i got pay off for my dodge charger last month ago were it still fresher than yours ya know it

chorus {:
now drop it down, drop it down, drop it down
take it all out your backpackers, drop it down, drop it down , drop it down , drop it down, now drop it down, drop it down, drop it down, empty it all out your pockets count it up, count it up

verse1 {:
stop wasting my time, you know what i want
you know what i need
or maybe you don’t and i am telling you what know about that money from the hood bunnies cause’ a lot darn problems for yo’ bosses, were i sick of cr-p no time to wasted on you and yo’ cl!ck stand round clear bags fill with wild plant sell dat wrong to feds

now drop it down, drop it down, drop it down
take it all out your pocket, drop it down, drop it down , drop it down , drop it down, now drop it down, drop it down, drop it down, empty it all out your pockets count it up, count it up

verse2 {:
let’s begin with the day i met her
how fast this good old boy’s world got better
sky got bluer, the gr-ss got greener
just the first few seconds after i first seen her
like my favorite song on a new set of speaker were i gotta get shakeup the game jus little bit wit out no thugs ain’t appeal for their money wit bank note dat add by yo’ ex’s, were ya think about mudra wit mr. d am the brutal rapper on face in streets

verse3 {: yeah yo shorty’s been stalk me must be blackmail, were yo fellas creepin with no moneylender and ya ain’t lurkin with no artillery, were i gotta status so high like am chase after dat hard cash, am drinking some dat mix kool-aid with purple haze ya gotta be soldiers too do dis and yo buddies gon’ turn with dirty shorty’s in atl, were i gotta my own destiny til it twisted yo ex-girlfriends turn out like honey bunnies

chorus {:
now drop it down, drop it down, drop it down
take it all out your backpack, drop it down, drop it down , drop it down , drop it down, now drop it down, drop it down, drop it down, empty it all out your pockets count it up, count it up

verse4 {: where i got yo girl’s on four way just like yo football world cup were i gotta count dis stacks just like my 3 styrofoam cup ok, were yo whish boys sneaking wit fellas seekin to destroys ya like made with three slices of usually toasted bread and dang i go in like am sergeant over ya, were i ain’t sell it in hood jus count it yo whish drunks know about countin millions you leave here and get caught with this nine i’ll be ballin

- young deshawn lyrics

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