young prospects – money hunt lyrics
[verse 1: narco]
wit my youngins on a money hunt
we gon get this money
f-ck a chit chat, don’t hit me wit a text back
b-tch you a crash dummy
i ain’t wit the lovey dovey, i ain’t got no feelins
ion need no mistress, b-tch i’m gettin to the money
you already know the dealy
b-tch i roll wit the glizzy
you already know the dealy
no lil baby no you can’t seduce me, i’m a hard rock
i don’t crack too easy, all these drugs got me dizzy
dirty fanta got me dreamy
all my youngins in the field like we the militia army
why yo boyfriend talkin like he got real hittas, he ain’t got n0body
this yp the gang b-tch, you gon hear of us
[verse 2: $lade]
you know what it do, we be runnin up them checks
narco sittin in the booth, we be runnin up them tracks
n-gga speakin on the gang, then you know he gettin wrecked
hp in the cut and he holdin the tech
i be pullin up faded cause i smoked on a sack
best dro in my blunt and i strictly speak facts
i been on my sh-t, i ain’t had to come back
n-ggas talkin till we blow up and we start countin racks
i been bout my business
chasin the bag, i be chasin them riches
f-ck all that love sh-t, i’ll count me some digits
can’t cuff these hoes
but i’ll f-ck on these b-tches
and send em home limpin
i been bout my business
chasin the bag, i be chasin them riches
f-ck all that love sh-t, i’ll count me some digits
can’t cuff these hoes
but i’ll f-ck on these b-tches
and send em home limpin
[verse 3: yungv1400]
jesus piece but ain’t the only one i slide wit
[?] the only ones i ride wit
heard yo b-tch a hoe we flip her like a sidekick
f-ck the stripes, i know me, b-tch i ain’t lyin
i know the devil in these st–ts, so no i ain’t hearin him
c-ck it back when i hop out cause it’s serious
make yo -ss disappear, poof, it’s a mystery
i’m the great pretender, ion let the pain get to me
f-ck a b-tch, ion give a f-ck about the history, you missin me
if it’s bout a bag and then you laggin on
remember i ain’t had no f-ckin sauce and they was baggin on me
hit me for a dub, ain’t shoot me one, then you not the homie
homies not yo homie, claimin that i keep it on me
gotta watch yo back, just in case a n-gga creepin on me
these n-ggas sleepin on me, so i’m pokin through they sh-t
if i aim it at yo medulla, guarantee i don’t miss
extendo like a ruler, bruh you could get measured up
can’t get the best of us, my n-ggas know w-ssup
gang
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