money music - ayerp lyrics
[intro]
money
[hook]
maybe you was right about that hoe sh*t (you was right)
maybe i was wrong about that old news (skrrt, skrrt)
i feel like i’m trapped inside the old sh*t (skrrt, skrrt)
had nowhere to run and ain’t nowhere to go to
yeah i made a couple thousand off the pro tools (skrrr)
you did me bad i wish i never got to know you
i was saying i had b*tches, you had hoes too
yeah, knew i was the richest n*gga you had spoke to
[pre*chorus]
yeah, knew i was that realest n*gga that was gon’ hold you down for real (for real)
i just spent bout a hunnid’ thousand on my f*ckin’ smile for real
i was avoiding questions but i’m finna answer now
yes, i was inside the streets
yes, i was gon’ fyе’ that heat
[chorus]
yes, run up on ayerp i swеar to god you’ll lose ya’ t**th
yes, if you want buy that feat’ it’s 50 thousand for a lease
yes, i was just pushing that pedal so hard i’m scooting out my seat
yes, i was that same one in fl studio who made this beat (yeah, yeah)
(verse)
i’m ridin’ back in that g, young boy was hoppin’ out that v
we put that b*tton on that back, we put that p*ssy boy to sleep
boy i don’t got no enemies, ayerp just gon’ give that belt
he tried to do that sh*t to me, i swear i’ll send that boy to h*ll
i don’t think i need no partner, i walk sh*t down by myself
i’m a top dog ass n*gga, all my sh*t be ‘cross the shelf
give a f*ck ’bout what you sayin’, all these b*tches messy
b*tches act like n*ggas, n*ggas act like b*tches
what’s the question?
i keep smith and wesson’s, n*ggas tryna’ run up i’ll flip the wesson
beat a n*gga ass like it was tekken, if i call lil’ bro he’ll shoot the vector
slide down on that f*ckin’ scat, not no 392, this b*tch a shaker (shaker)
and i keep that arp, if i get too mad it manage anger
put his ass up like it’s a hanger, f*ck with me that’s suicide
you can find them snakes for real if you look in between the lines
i could give a f*ck about a nat hoe ‘cuz all they do is lie
n*gga tried to sell me that lil’ ghost, i want a fisher five
catch me a homicide, f*ck ’round catch me a homicide
you can not be ’round here lil’ b*tch, you be on that other side
and just like my f*ckin’ za, we gon’ send his lil’ ass high
i just keep that .45 try to run up b*tch you dying, yeah
[pre*chorus]
yeah, knew i was that realest n*gga that was gon’ hold you down for real (for real)
i just spent bout a hunnid’ thousand on my f*ckin’ smile for real
i was avoiding questions but i’m finna answer now
yes, i was inside the streets
yes, i was gon’ fye’ that heat
[chorus]
yes, run up on ayerp i swear to god you’ll lose ya’ t**th
yes, if you want buy that feat’ it’s 50 thousand for a lease
yes, i was just pushing that pedal so hard i’m scooting out my seat
yes, i was that same one in fl studio who made this beat (yes, yeah)
[outro]
(money)
(music)
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