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lirik lagu more money than you – bounce beat black

[intro: top dolla sweizy & bounce beat black]
sweizy
i’m in the trenches all day
aye, bounce beat
pull up
woo, woo, woo, woo

[chorus: top dolla sweizy]
i’m in the trenches all day, i put the money in safe (no tax)
none of my n-gg-s don’t play, shooters they shoot at your face
lean i got it (lean lean)
perkys i got it (percs)
molly i got it (i got the molly)
choppas i got em
i’m in the trenches all day, i put the money in safe (no tax)
none of my n-gg-s don’t play, shooters they shoot at your face
lean i got it (lean lean)
perkys i got it (percs)
molly i got it (i got the molly)
choppas i got em

[hook: top dolla sweizy & bounce beat black]
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke n-gg- (woo woo)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke b-tch (b-tch you broke)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke n-gg- (woo woo)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke b-tch (b-tch you broke)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
(d-mn, aye bounce beat)

[verse 1: bounce beat black]
i’m in the trenches all day
n-gg-s act funny can’t come round my way (can’t come round my way)
f-ck a glock ima load up the k
i got a whole squad that’ll do what i say (bow bow)
run it up, run it up
bands in my pocket you know ima stunt (you know ima stunt)
i turn your hoe to a sl-t (sl-t)
and she do whatever i want (d-mn)
i swear that these n-gg-s be jealous (they jealous)
it ain’t up for debate, no skip bayless (skip bayless)
ima stay in the trap till i’m famous (d-mn)
i’m all about bucks like i’m jameis (aye)
my n-gg-s real savage like cavemen
we threw all the bands when we came in (yea yea)
your boyfriend a f-ggie like damon (aye, yea yea yea yea)
they hated on chris but b-tch i’m like raymond
xans, percs & mollys
we came in the club and f-cked up the party (f-cked up the party)
no hoes can stop me
we making them plays like d.r cromartie (d.r.c)
young n-gg- stunt everyday (stunt everyday)
none of my n-gg-s don’t play (n-gg-s don’t play)
although i sin everyday (sin everyday)
i’m thanking the lord when i pray (d-mn)
blue hunnits, blue dreams (blue dreams)
my n-gg-s be serving them fiends (serving them fiends)
i keep the dope in my jeans (dope in my jeans)
i need a money machine (d-mn)
more money, more power (more power)
these n-gg-s they salty they sour (they sour)
cause i’m at the top of the tower (d-mn, yea yea yea yea)
and making that dough with no flour

[hook: top dolla sweizy & rico nasty]
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke n-gg- (woo woo)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke b-tch (b-tch you broke)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke n-gg- (woo woo)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke b-tch (b-tch you broke)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
(yea yea ha, rico rico, yea yea)

[verse 2: rico nasty]
stay ten toes bet the money goin come (woah woah)
monkey nuts on the end of my drum (woah woah)
boujie b-tch yea she hate where i’m from (woah woah)
glock star b-tch i’m shooting my glock (yea, yea, yea, yea)
sugar trap but they move on the block (oh my god)
this rap sh-t b-tch i got it on lock (ooooh)
ima badd b-tch they see me they shocked
almost rich b-tch catch up to my spot (rico rico)
the only thing you n-gg-s shoot is your shot with a b-tch (woah)
if you leaning you pour more then a fifth
smoking good? you some less than a zip
talk sh-t, punch u straight in your lip
rockstar b-tch my life is so lit yea yea yea yea (oh yea)
rockstar b-tch my life is so lit yea yea yea yea (oh yea yea yea yea)
she wanna come f-ck wit me (oh my god) cause she know that we got a lotta dope like woah (yea yea)
she wanna get close to me (oh my god) cause she know that my n-gg-s bout to blow like woah yea (oh my god yea yea yea)
flex on b-tch it ain’t nothing
raf simmons my n-gg- always stunting (oooh)
cashing out on a sunday, 200 on the highway, everything i do is my way
they watching me just like i’m blu-ray (yea yea)
b-tch we turnt up on a tuesday (oh my god)
i get what i want, don’t give a f-ck what who say, blowing up like i’m hussein yea (yea yea yea yea)

[hook: top dolla sweizy]
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke n-gg- (woo woo)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke b-tch (b-tch you broke)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke n-gg- (woo woo)
got d-mn (d-mn), stunting on a broke b-tch (b-tch you broke)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)
i got the blues in my trues (no tax), i got more money than you (hundos)

- bounce beat black

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