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lirik lagu meech – est gee

ay, who that? john gotti
money must grow on tree for me
like ′03 meechie in magic

money must, yeah, yeah

money must grow on trees for me
like ’03 meechie in magic
sliding no climb n*gga we sliding
sl!ck got way up the latter (way up the latter)
early morning i whip batter platters
ain′t aunt jemima (ain’t aunt jemima)
get my drop quick, grab the mop up
clean the actions and that (actions and that)
police can’t stop us
we make glocks look like they natural disasters
stick with the drum like i′m travis
sh*t came natural, no practice
you gotta extract the gun powder
i learned bleach baths from my daddy
burn my clothes into ashes, i understand all them taxes
i ask you shoot, go get it
telling too much is business
streets so tricky
i know n*ggas brothers do ′em for fifty
with the members like penny
brought trophies back to my city (back to my city)
free big basie we was bendin’
with no tinted whip bl!ckies
i got your mama and sister
buy you a honda, commitment
or a fresh seem honorable
mention no lie, i′ma nuke you
separated from friction, friction the reason i’m glistenin′
you know that pressure make shiners
especially checking new balance
hit the gas cap whinin’
pipe screaming and hollerin′
this the life of your highness
warrants out, i’m dodging
i like bumpin’ and grindin′
in the yolie behind him
you can′t be loafin’ and driving
must be textin′ them fine ones
stuck at the light it cost his life
pull on side of the car
soon as we bust rounds
watch him jump round like a flee in a jar
don’t be out posted
i walk close up like i′m steven segal
yeah, i ain’t got motion, george the motion
so believe what you talk
i don′t trust a hoe
barely my bro every since i seen what i saw
better to get paid while it’s today
you might be leavin’ tomorrow
i send the package better catch it
even if reeves was guarding
and me being active, scarred me barely
took a piece of my heart
but i must rattled
it was status than a casey award
i eat my beef cooked up raw
top off found a fork
carnivore, five star, i′ma eat or get sick
my money green as the grinch
green eggs be on my bl!ck
water boy, reservoir, filled with drip to the tip
pure crystal, clear sh*t
come quench your thirst with a sip
rather have a real b*tch
this the one with booty and tits
but don′t get it twisted
i’m still knockin ′em like a ten dollar grit

- est gee

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