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tricks - mc breed lyrics

[verse 1: mc breed]
i seen her dancing off in the club
what’s your name? when you show a n*gga love
only the frame, maybe you falling, drinking don
instead of hen, me and her having fun, balling
love to do the hustle when i ask around riches
f*cks with it like i’m russle, nothing but model b*tches
no disguise, bet you recognise when i hollar
ain’t you breed? yep, b*tch, and that’s another 20 dollars
ain’t no slackin in my mackin, believe that
i don’t need that counterfeit bullsh*t, where my g’s at?
no doubt, and you should know what i’m about
forever lasting cash, make it turning these hoes out
so there for, i swear for
only f*ck with sh*t i get percentages and shares for
you got a mil, bring it with you
and maybe we can kick it and got a feel, paint a picture
and let me see some b*tches, come on

[chorus; mc breed & too $hort]
don’t stop getting money, b*tch
you understand i’m getting cash
we don’t stop getting money
b*tch
you ain’t know
uh
[verse 2: too $hort]
i’m drinking gin, f*ck you and your friend
tripping on me, ’cause a n*gga won’t spend
1 funky ass dime on you broke ass hoes
no check at the club, no trip, no clothes
well, you can go f*ck somewhere, like my house
tell your girls bye, ’cause it’s time to ride out
i got all the drinks and the weed at home
sat*rday night, i knew i wouldn’t be alone
let me know right now, if your ass ain’t with it
i got another trick, wanting me to come hit it
i’m walking through the room, living that life
i know d*mn right, my future wife ain’t in the club tonight
n*gga, i been macking hoes since you was a baby
back in the 80’s, f*ck with me, i’ll do your lady
she be my b*tch, nothing you can do to stop it
you see this dollar sign? i’m all about the profits

[chorus; mc breed & too $hort]
don’t stop getting money, b*tch
you understand i’m getting cash
we don’t stop getting money
b*tch
you ain’t know
uh
[verse 3: mc breed]
breed and too sheezy, y’all up in your sh*t for 99 uncut
every time when i smoke with mine
i’m a meal ticket, the way i’m being set, feel that
still rip it for pay so where my checks
still rap for the love of it, ’cause i sure love it when i do it
get my advance, run through it
hoes, shows and cars, coming with all that
same numbers all in my beeper, hating to call back
tell me what the business?
i’m needing a witness, i know you feel me
mama scared that they gon’ k!ll me
me and my n*ggas, we break bread, bulldog fed
leave em coughing from catching that infrared
you don’t hear me, though
catch his ass and k!ll him slow
it’ll be the last time that you gon’ have to let him know
f*cking around with the wrong ones, strong ones
in my town, leave him desperately needing assistance up off the ground
biatch

[chorus; mc breed & too $hort]
don’t stop getting money, b*tch
you understand i’m getting cash
we don’t stop getting money
b*tch
you ain’t know
uh

- mc breed lyrics

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