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make alotta money - luh tyler lyrics

[intro]
yeah, n*gga, ayy

[chorus]
yeah, ayy (gang, gang)
young n*gga make a lot of money (yeah, you know we make a lot of money over here, you know)
yeah, yeah, ayy
keep a pretty b*tch in case sh*t get ugly
yeah, n*gga, gang, ayy (yeah)
i know all my n*ggas ridin’ for me, yeah (everyone around here ridin’ for me, on god)
ayy, n*gga, no cap, yeah
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’ (yeah)

[verse]
watch me turn nothin’ to somethin’
open up my pocket and i stuffed it
can’t have one ho, i need a couple (need a couple)
got a fifty ball in this duffle (yeah)
when my n*ggas ran into some trouble, they hop get to… (yeah)
baby, i ain’t come to cuddle
i got a bag, made another, then bought a chain for my brother
i’m tryna f*ck, why you think i got your number? (ugh)
i’ma grind the whole winter, then i’ma pop sh*t the whole summer
all this dog sh*t, i need a plumber (dog sh*t)
heard you went broke, that’s a bummer, lil’ n*gga get your money up
bad b*tch got her tummy tucked (ooh)
hundred thou’ on my kit, fifty bands, that ain’t nothin’ to us (ain’t nothin’ to us)
that b*tch easy, she wasn’t nothin’ to bust (she wasn’t nothin’ to bust)
she tryna argue… i don’t wanna fuss (b*tch)
all i wanna do is just run it up, i need all my n*ggas like a hundred up
them n*ggas used to dap me, now they stop to say i’m comin’ up
all my pockets stuffed, i got plenty bucks (n*gga, yeah)
n*ggas hatin’, sh*t, i couldn’t give a f*ck (on god)
when i’m tryna f*ck, only time that i hit her up (yeah, yeah)
i ran my digits up, bad b*tch but it ain’t big enough (on god, n*gga)
[chorus]
yeah, ayy
young n*gga make a lot of money (yeah, ayy)
ayy, ayy (you know we make a lot of money over here, n*gga)
keep a pretty b*tch in case sh*t get ugly (yeah, ayy)
yeah, n*gga, no cap, gang, yeah (you know i always keep a pretty b*tch, n*gga)
all the bad b*tches say they love me (all the bad b*tches love me)
yeah, n*gga, (gang) gang (yeah)
all the bad b*tches wanna f*ck me

[verse 2]
brought his ho ’round the gang, got his b*tch hit
vvs’ on me, got my wrist lit
brodie keep a stick, i wouldn’t risk it
she don’t need no bbl, she some thick sh*t (ugh)
i just made a check on some quick sh*t
grind forever, i can’t quit, b*tch (on god)

[chorus]
yeah, ayy, skii (yeah)
young n*gga make a lot of money (yeah, i make a lot of money)
yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (ayy)
keep a pretty b*tch in case sh*t get ugly (in case this sh*t get ugly)
yeah, n*gga, gang, ayy, ayy (yeah)
i know all my n*ggas ridin’ for me, yeah (yeah, i know they ridin’ for me)
ayy, n*gga, no cap (on god, b*tch)
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’ (got my n*gga’s trap jumpin’)
[outro]
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’
ayy
young n*gga make a lot of money
yeah, ayy, yeah
all the bad b*tches say they love me, yeah
gang, ayy
all the bad b*tches wanna f*ck me (skii)

- luh tyler lyrics

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