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z money - risk lyrics

[hook: z money]
i don’t run from checks, i don’t run from s+x
d+mn, the motor brazy, i just f+cked her fair
love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
these balenci’s, baby, i take expensive steps
you ever took a risk, ’cause i got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
when i went broke, that sh+t was low, man, i wasn’t feeling it
a brand new load just touched the floor, i gotta make it stack

[verse 1: valee]
80 grand on me, i’m woke
my b+tch so bad, you spoke
my shirt 300, one use
amiri jeans she finna undo
i’m sipping lean, tastе like it’s no juice
yeah, [?] gеt rinsed with no soap
i tap on the gas, it open
and i got dope, a lot of it
pull up and drop, pop out of it
20 thou’ on me, i’m out of it
t+shirt 300, get one use out of it
my b+tch [?], i’m proud of it
my whip, no gloss, i matte’d it
my main hoe thinking i tatted it
i pour a six and i’m outta there
[?]
my b+tch a philippe, no counterfeit
[hook: z money]
i don’t run from checks, i don’t run from s+x
d+mn, the motor brazy, i just f+cked her fair
i love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
these balenci’s, baby, i take expensive steps
you ever took a risk, ’cause i got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
when i went broke, that sh+t was low, man, i wasn’t feeling it
a brand new load just touched the floor, i gotta make it stack

[verse 2: z money]
d+mn
went broke, got it right back, just left saks
[?]
two hoes, they came in ’bout a pack
act in a lear’, drugs in here
getting too rich, man, sh+t ain’t fair
brand new drop with a shooter in the back
dropping off p’s since a teen, that’s a fact
designer miss+matched, now tuck with the racks
in too deep, up off the crack
up like a bucc’, can’t run from the sack
[?] my flats
[?]
g’d up, yves saint laurent on the map
can’t trust these hoes, no trust in that
i don’t trust that
[hook: z money]
i don’t run from checks, i don’t run from s+x
d+mn, the motor brazy, i just f+cked her fair
i love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
these balenci’s, baby, i take expensive steps
you ever took a risk, ’cause i got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
when i went broke, that sh+t was low, man, i wasn’t feeling it
a brand new load just touched the floor, i gotta make it stack

- z money lyrics

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