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lirik lagu for the money – rara

[verse 1: rara]
chasin’ the money like it got legs
i’m tryna come up far from the feds
i need a big booty and some bread
i need to scrum a head and some eggs
smokin’ cigarette inside the foreign
goin’ on police chases when it’s borin’
ghetto b-tches sell n-gg-s then goin’
f-ck with my pimp and she know that i’m on

[verse 2: t.i.]
goin’ on, yeah, your hoe whorin’
should be long gone, get you gone
in the all chrome, my new whip
goin’ real fast, get slowed down
for a long time been i been well known
pull a bad broad like pheromone
i got things up with this [?] i’m on
’cause i been tryna rob for a herringbone

[verse 3: rara]
[?] i’m on melrose
got the fetty for it, know i’m ready for it
ridin’ drop top, b-tch, i’m headed for it
couch steady for it
i’ma shake this, i look great, b-tch
clean your plate, b-tch, fix your face, b-tch
call your girl up, f-ck her world up
baby girl up, things they tell us
sheets they sellin’, i’ma sell her

[verse 4: t.i.]
my mama need me and i won’t fail her
when she need somethin’, what you think i’m gon’ tell her
even the mid-strap and my kevlar
know we just set raw, we don’t steal cars
we don’t take sh-t, we go ape sh-t
get you crossed out like my shoe laces
n-gg-, learned the basics ‘fore you try to step up
i’ll die before i let you disrespect her, yessir
quarter mill in the tesla, gas her up
had a whip should out of pressure, yessir
the chopper come with me wherever i go
and the pot big sh-t, hand on the bible
hand on rifle, make me pipe up
you new n-gg-s ain’t sh-t like us
ain’t that none of the sh-t you write up
they ought to disqualify your cypher
my best friends are real deal lifers
who ran these streets and earned these stripes, bruh
i earned my right to kick this sh-t, man
man, i done dodged these bullets and did this sh-t
i been in and out of prison since ’bout 15
ain’t nothin’ soft about this king
and ain’t nothin’ weak about this clip
and we’ll see if you really about this sh-t
we spendin’ old dope money with a brand new stick
got the blueprint and the m-n-script
the need to cross that line, the man you handle
whatever you do, do not do that

[verse 5: rara]
big ol’ bag, big ol’ -ss
big ol’ knife, big ol’ rock
we don’t talk, diddy bop
can’t stop, won’t stop
stir the hood, move the block
shake the cars, don’t panic
came to win, it’s not a trend
i’m all in
i replace the sh-t, harlem shake the sh-t
put it back together, i remake this sh-t
we can make this sh-t, no more basic sh-t
police hate this sh-t, start that racin’ sh-t
come and case the b-tch, come back, take some sh-t
you no safe house and not that savin’ sh-t
on that hen’, i don’t chase to face sh-t
draw these guidelines and you just trace that sh-t
i got pool dog and not your casin’ sh-t
put my game down and she embrace that sh-t
money, set, drugs, found first
beamer, benz, and bentley, not a verb
b-tch, you wanna see me, bring your purse
make it worth a mil and get to work
hustle gang with you, yes for sure
pistol on you with you, yes for sure
never been a sucker, that’s for sure
die for what i rhyme for, for sure

[verse 6: t.i.]
you got me sadly mistaken, you got me f-cked up
wanna form a line waitin’ for me to pick my tucks up
with a new bow time, hand on mine
did it, fly off the handle, i
been major ever since was independent
n-gg- better recognize the pistol send it
started in the trap and did transcend it
again and again and again i did it
n-gg-, always got the sh-t to certify
if i did get it, feel the whereabouts
what they ought to do, do a article
wanna diss n-gg-s in your interview
goin’ back and forth what i finna do
’cause my att-tude is too centre cool
take your main b-tch, hit her with full d-ck
put her -ss to sleep like benadryl
lord time, wake her -ss up
hit her bathroom, take her raw back
i’m not fazed ’bout what thots say
don’t give no d-mn ’bout a wh-r- wrath
if a p-rno or a pure dab
been to your pad, where’s your cab?
i’m a revolutionary radical
need p-ssy just to take me off the war path
i see sunny days in my forecast
homie, you don’t pay, well it’s your -ss
you be goin’ home with a tore -ss
with some bullet holes in your torso
n-gg-, forth live for my bankrolls
while i’m kickin’ back and drinkin’ four door
while a n-gg- kickin’ in your door
hold up, wait a minute, there’s more dough

[verse 7: rara]
ric flair, got it poppin’ like ric flair
rich boy, cold, b-tch please
b-tch, sneeze
we’ll bless ya, we’re special
yeah, extra, extra, read about it, b-tch
you don’t like it, see about it, b-tch
never gon’ be about it, b-tch
always hate on me about a b-tch
tip found me, i was out here thuggin’
n-gg- tried me, i be out here bustin’
12 iron, man, i might hit flesh
got too many guns to be out here testin’
aw man, i am such a player
tryna find another me is rare
me and your b-tch get your b-tch here
won’t be spared, don’t get scared
we don’t love her, we just count her likes
p-ss her to the homie, we recycle
i am somethin’ like a young michael
tyson, jordan, jackson
dope boy, gq special
real n-gg-, bad b-tch issue
redbone, centrefold hoe
banks sellin’ bricks and goin’ gold
ya know it

- rara

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