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young thug - make a lot lyrics

[hook]
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money

[bridge]
i make a whole lot of money
i blow a whole lot of paper
we fit each other right, like a blazer
yeah, yeah, yah

[verse 1]
we argue, we fight, and we fuss
and we f-ck and we muggin’ each other
i eat it, i l!ck it
i treat it, i don’t wanna leave it defeated
come on and f-ck on me
run from me, buck on me, yeah
put luck on me, pull up on me
feel ups on me, suck gifts on me
f-ck is you hatin’ for?
i am so different, come have a tour
i caught him disturbin’ the peace
and i left him extinct, like a dinosaur
drownin’ in that mud like a muh’f-ckin’ rhinoceros
i didn’t think that she was a freak, but she kinda was
yeah, she was a freaky little b-tch
i didn’t get a chance to even eat that little b-tch
do you mind if i keep that little b-tch
i’m gone, when i f-ck a b-tch, i’m straight outta the trenches
do you mind if i need that little b-tch?
do you mind if i feed her to the clique?
if you mind, i don’t ever wanna be rich
and i’ma rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah

[bridge]
i make a whole lot of money
i blow a whole lot of paper
we fit each other right like a blazer
yeah, yeah, yah

[hook]
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money

[verse 2]
racks on racks, on racks on racks, on racks on racks, on racks on racks
hit it from the back and i can’t see nothin’ like a cataract
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah
standin’ back, lookin’ like i’m bammin’ it
smokin’ packs, lookin’ at you runnin’ that
i’ma die lookin’ at your humble -ss
come in, baby, that’s my mama, baby
my heart racin’, and i’m so impatient
call metro and let leak speed racer
cook that dope up, but no easy baker
i swear to god, i only f-cked i didn’t cake her
i was too busy buyin’ acres
that’s my b-tch, n-gga, that’s my b-tch
she can never come f-ck you if she’s my b-tch
gold vvs’, i go mitch
and i swear you gon’ get hit if it’s a hit
b-tch, i’ve been the boss of ever since
all my f-ckin’ cups dirty like a ditch
i’m in beast mode, like marshawn lynch
and if it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense
but me? i swear…

[hook]
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money
i make a lot of money

[bridge]
i make a whole lot of money
i blow a whole lot of paper
we fit each other right like a blazer
yeah, yeah, yah

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