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no money - adhduffie lyrics

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mmm, mm, uh
mmm, mm, uh
rain it’s pouring
here that b*tch go right here look

yeah

i ain’t got sh*t for a hoe, i’d rather go put it up
i beat on the pack until that b*tch double up
you ain’t never seen a trap jump like titties on a bus
always keep the peace on me, i done ashed on my gun

when i’m out of state, so many new drugs i’m on
i’m really in it picking plays, john wall
tell the plug come back n*gga i need more
it’s hot in this b*tch i’m serving fourty floors

i don’t know where i’m at, i just know i hit new york
lil’ bruh hit the city he back in a porsche
bartii hit my phone this n*gga pushin’ eight horses

what it cost for a brick same thing for a verse
duffie gon’ stеp in and make the sh*t worse
i ain’t signing papеrwork i need a m on the first
f*ck, my chest hurts i need perks
i done sl*t the b*tch out at first she was a nerd
some n*ggas get passes, some n*ggas get murked
i woke up in the studio got straight to work
my fit construction hop out all virgil

mama i finally found a b*tch to stuff it in the purse
swing that cat make the whole crowd disperse
i’m somewhere in cali getting the holy works
man i love when my b*tch start trippin’ bout yerks

you was playing with that bag i ran it up on purpose
a hunnid’ bl!cks in the crib when i’m chillin’ this the purge house
i been gettin’ all these pounds gone this a hardcore workout
hop out face him, fast lane walk down

it was just me and her but the b*tch on fish
you can’t stress the sh*t that’s already checked on my list
a fan backstage wanna get a free ticket
but i ain’t got nothing back here but a old bottle of trish

siyd, swag

yeah

i ain’t got sh*t for a hoe, i’d rather go put it up
i beat on the pack until that b*tch double up
you ain’t never seen a trap jump like titties on a bus
always keep the peace on me, i done ashed on my gun
when i’m out of state, so many new drugs i’m on
i’m really in it picking plays, john wall
tell the plug come back n*gga i need more
it’s hot in this b*tch i’m serving fourty floors

i don’t know where i’m at, i just know i hit new york
lil’ bruh hit the city he back in a porsche
bartii hit my phone this n*gga pushin’ eight horses

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