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z money - prefer lyrics

[intro]
808 mafia
cicero on the beat
where’s the dope from n-gga
what you mean

[hook]
i prefer to have a glock
with extended thirty shot
i ain’t punchin’ in the clock
i prefer to work the block
but i wasn’t anyway
i prefer to have a knot
ain’t no movin’ in this b-tch
we only trappin’ out the spot
so many fours’ up in the driveway
think that i could stock the lot
i prefer to get it fast
stack it all way to the top
i ain’t one these lil’ b-tch rap n-ggas
got too much swag, got to flop
i heard that p-ssy n-gga dissin’, put ten-thousand on his top

[verse 1]
i ain’t worried ’bout no n-gga
i’m just worried ’bout this guap
i’ma get some more, got them attention
she ain’t worried, ’bout my watch
she a over nasty b-tch
and she more than a thot
b-tch it more than a trap house
’cause i got like twenty spots
plenty guap, got plenty guns
shootin’ up, plenty (spot)
they gon’ think you p-ssy if you let a n-gga p-ss
rude, evil b-tch
i’ma k!ll you for my cash
i prefer to hop up in the coupe, and fly past in my jag
like my money slow
and i like my money fast
pull up paper tag, drivin’ fast
with a b-tch that’s bad
i prefer to have two hunnit, cash
stuffed up in the bag
hope my name ain’t gettin’ no f-ckin’ swag
they just got to cap

[hook]
i prefer to have a glock
with extended thirty shot
i ain’t punchin’ in the clock
i prefer to work the block
but i wasn’t anyway
i prefer to have a knot
ain’t no movin’ in this b-tch
we only trappin’ out the spot
so many fours’ up in the driveway
think that i could stock the lot
i prefer to get it fast
stack it all way to the top
i ain’t one these little b-tch rap n-ggas
got too much swag, got to flop
i heard that p-ssy n-gga dissin’, put ten-thousand on his top

[verse 2]
two seat sits on forgies
pull up to the party so important
your b-tch she adore me
said she wanna ride me like a harley
when she get home, beat that b-tch
you need to beat her ’til she sorry
tell her mind her f-ckin’ business
yellin’ you ain’t got no money
tellin’ how you is a goofy
actin’ like you got some money
mercedes, ride in bentley coupe
and fashion is my daily habit
i prefer to have a half of million stuffed inside my mattress
i said f-ck a bank account and everybody started laughin’
ain’t too many rappers independent, flexin’ how i’m flexin’
guru naked, sippin’ pint’s of act
comin’ straight from texas
just been locked up for a whole year
missin’ all the action
can’t break home, in the trap
z money ya he f-ckin’ taxin’

[hook]
i prefer to have a glock
with extended thirty shot
i ain’t punchin’ in the clock
i prefer to work the block
but i wasn’t anyway
i prefer to have a knot
ain’t no movin’ in this b-tch
we only trappin’ out the spot
so many fours’ up in the driveway
think that i could stock the lot
i prefer to get it fast
stack it all way to the top
i ain’t one these little b-tch rap n-ggas
got too much swag, got to flop
i heard that p-ssy n-gga dissin’, put ten-thousand on his top

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