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money - chicken p lyrics

[intro]
ayy
mmm, i get mine fast, yeah
uh

[verse]
i’m finna bust a brick, baby said can she watch?
know i’m ridin’ with the fan every day ’cause it be hot
i got these n*ggas prayin’ that we stop
told my b*tch that i got jumped, i’m comin’ in with a knot, huh
gucci shirt, gucci pants, gucci socks
i go hard, this b*tch shoot like a scar, this a glock (brrt)
i lost it all, had to get all i got
i can’t go, the day i quit the day they put me in the box
this sh*t fake, i can’t help i be rude, i profess in the booth
in park lawn gettin’ busy in the ‘jects with the food
i got a chicken from my n*gga and i stretched it to two
i was broke but i wasn’t trippin’, i knew just what to do
nightmares ’bout the feds
seven*fifty in the morning, came and got me out the bed
n*ggas hate the way i ball, they gon’ hate me when i’m dead
i’d probably hate me even more, they knew i made a hundred k with this bracelet on my leg
strong run i’m on, i pray it never end
me and double r, two hundred k in the benz, hmm
brothers only, it’s just me and neph’
and the opioid epidemic, you see on cnn
i look good in these pradas, but i probably won’t wear these again
i’m fresh as h*ll sellin’, told jackie bring a friend
i got a grown like 50 cent, i served many men
i’m on the road with two bricks in a minivan (ahh)
still put my mask on and go and take money
in cali, 50k, boy, this pay money
how i throw this sh*t, it make these b*tches rake hundreds
tryna stuff another dollar in this band, it’s gon’ break on me, huh
you said that you a solid, how you break on me?
how you leave? b*tch, you said you was gon’ wait for me
on my own, i ain’t have to make her wait for me
prayin’ for my brother, i’m in a car on a chase with him
you ain’t never seen this bimmer, this an 850
off*white dunks six*fifty, these ain’t blake griffies
i’m in the trap smokin’ chettah p*ss, got the plates p*ssy
got busy, mixin’ fetty, boy, that ain’t jiffy, huh
you said you got a couple racks, i be there in a jiffy
brick got a four of hi*tech, i put it in a simply
gotta go and get this money, b*tch goin’ to get it with me
thirteen*hour drive, she fell asleep, woke up in mississippi
i went to houston with my rocket
i got some good white boy like luka dončić
don’t try to pass me no og, b*tch, i smoke chronic
i think they finna fl!ck me, huh, b*tch, put this in your bonnet
two*hundred*fifty hundreds, this sh*t look just like a bible
blackout 300, b*tch, i’m ridin’ with my rifle
got my city locked, i ain’t worried ’bout my rivals
huh, at gucci rockin’ my recital, hm
and i wasn’t worried, in a drought, i still made money
huh, i’m sellin’ dope and fightin’ cases, boy, that’s brave money
i can’t count how many n*ggas i done made money
huh, can’t count how many n*ggas let the money change n*ggas
thought you was solid, how you change on me? huh
i ride a porsche, panoramic when it rain, homie
i grind for everything i made, homie, huh
just check the stats, why did you probably still got stains on it

- chicken p lyrics

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