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lirik lagu cutta – fbg young

[intro]
(cashmoneyap)
i’m flexin’ on my ex*b*tch
she say she still love me, i just love the money
hit your brother with the cutta (huh)
i finesse the struggle (uh*yuh)
got it all off hustlin’ (uh*yea)
serve ya ass in public, b*tch (huh)

[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b*tch, i want some money (yeah)
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money (uh*huh)
cook it like a butler (a butler)
serve it to my uncle (ya uncle)
f*ck a b*tch, go get some munna (huh)
this glock on me don’t rumble (do*do*do)
i’m flexin’ on my ex*b*tch (uh*yea)
shе say she still love me, i just lovе the money (b*tch)
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b*tch (uh*yea)
[verse 1]
ayy, i sell that sh*t that get ya high, though (that get ya high, though)
if ya f*ckin’ with the gs, you must be high, though (what ya smokin’ on?)
bad b*tch and she say she from ohio (you from where, ho?)
if you do what i say, you can be my ho (you can be my ho)
i don’t know ya (know ya)
i don’t f*ck wit’ ya (i don’t know ya)
playin’ cray, then that chopper might just get involved (skoo*do*do, do*do*do, do*do*do)
ayy, got some mini*mes, boy, we belittle y’all (yeah, yeah)
ball hog with the stick if it’s chi*town
huh, [?] fresh out like it’s [?], huh
took off on the plug, runnin’ in a stolen hummer (i’m gone)
smokin’ dead opps, blunted ’til i can’t function
pass the b*tch like a rumor, now she f*ckin’ with my brother, ayy (b*tch)

[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b*tch, i want some money (i want the money)
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money (on foe ‘nem grave)
cook it like a butler (b*tch)
serve it to my uncle (trap)
f*ck a b*tch, go get some munna
this glock on me don’t rumble
i’m flexin’ on my ex*b*tch (stupid b*tch)
she say she still love me (dumb b*tch), i just love the money (stupid b*tch)
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b*tch (godumb)
[verse 2]
huh, ayy, serve ya like a waiter
grindin’ like a skater
these b*tches want my day, uh (uh*yea)
kim k and ray j her (huh)
’cause i’m ballin’, it’s a movie (yeah)
you should call a foul, double dribble with a two*piece
drippin’ sauce like ragù (ragù)
baby chop’, no taboo (taboo)
money like a soakin’ pool
no, this not a stolen coupe (stolen who?)
baby, these chanel shoes (chanel shoes)
i’ll still pull up and air at you
got the bae, no baby food
i’m lit as f*ck, b*tch, that’s my mood (uh*yea)
lean ‘im if a n*gga snooze (b*tch)
got the check and bought some jewels
and i got them pounds, too
pass ’em out to all my goons
new ar, clip half a moon
send a n*gga to the moon
feed him, he can’t eat with spoons
at his head like a jew

[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b*tch, i want some money
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money
cook it like a butler
serve it to my uncle
f*ck a b*tch, go get some munna
this glock on me don’t rumble
i’m flexin’ on my ex*b*tch
she say she still love me, i just love the money
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b*tch

- fbg young

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