sonic - mac critter lyrics
[chorus]
i see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i don’t see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i don’t see nothing, but money
headshot shot a n*gga, that thinking sh*t funny
both of the guns, took all the money
wanna be in the street, n*gga gotta be gunnin’
mob n*gga, like michael and sonny
b*tch you bad, go get your money
f*ck these n*ggas, these n*gga junkies
girl you bad, ho get your money
three hundred shots, at the sonic
[verse]
shoot through the throat, through the seat, through the stomach
ugly sight, scary sight, fill her with embalming
see they be down, for these posters and comments
i don’t stick d*ck in her, she gone get grumpy
i f*ck thе sh*t out her p*ssy, be pumping
i ain’t put no hit, i go get еm up thumping
real world foe, in the ttg garments
street n*gga, eating baked chicken and dumplings
young n*gga getting money, while lady was humping
treating the rug in the rolls, like an ashtray
blue hundreds, new money, come at a fast pace
i told my b*tch go get a switch, for a birthday cake
run to the money, go get it like ondalay
seven six two’s hit his mitt, come up out his face
send a pretty b*tch, i bet the boy ‘bout to beg
thumbing through these hundreds, fifty’s in my hand
counting this money in my hand, i think straight
buggin’ this pretty ass b*tch, i wanna kiss her face
three hundred thousand in jewelry, i trap back
six cuban links, b*tch i feel like a heavyweight
shout out to mayweather, a whole lot of money team
three b*tches sucking my d*ck, in a culinan
f*ck on one, other two b*tches, rubbing me
f*cking on one, other two kissing, rubbing me
[chorus]
i see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i don’t see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i don’t see nothing, but money
headshot shot a n*gga, that thinking sh*t funny
both of the guns, took all the money
wanna be in the street, n*gga gotta be gunnin’
mob n*gga, like michael and sonny
b*tch you bad, go get your money
f*ck these n*ggas, these n*gga junkies
girl you bad, ho get your money
three hundred shots, at the sonic
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