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neva late - money mayhem lyrics

counting cash a hobby n*gga
i could gave f*ck what they say bout me
rah baby counting cheese what the f*ck want from me
shorty fining fo my d*ck
52 hoover gangster crip
from newark goons get hit
if you u ain’t gang why u eating d*ck
you ain’t no k!ller can’t trust no hoe

my vvs rose gold
money power respect my n*gga
hoova shooter deck my n*gga
i love wen she wet my n*gga

her ass phat she clappin tht sound effects
i can’t cuff b*tch hoez devious
goons can’t handle sh*t
i’m 609 f*cked his b*tch u love dat
b*tchez u crazy n*gga
tasha wanted my baby n*gga
jersey n*ggas the craziest
alot these hoez do sum shady sh*tt
money is why i focused
keep your eyes open
n*gga steady høøva loccin

how could you love b*tch knowin she ain’t sh*t
knowin ceno already hit
my advice don’t trust no b*tch
hoez get u hit
he was woolfin so i made a name
he was woolfin so i made a change
he was so made change

gotta get this cash she shaking ass
i’m in jag money bag love a stash
i got cash fat stacks she throwing ass
she shake that ass to floor i’m like baby woah
stripper b*tchez go hold on touch your toes
all these n*ggas broke got me like woah
i can’t not go my bankroll swoll
i’m always on point i need my money no time to waste
can’t conversant last year i was late
now it’s dinner on my plate
these n*ggas sweet like cinnamon
focused hard on grind on riddilin
working hard on this sh*t ima get it in
got a bad b*tch w h*lla melanin
she in love thinking i was heaven sent
gucci on and u know the pants ventrntms

n*ggas be too fake for me
i’m so real
just copped some gas from plug
sh*t was k!ll bill
i remember serving that work late night
grinding for my meal
n*ggas think they top me not me
i’m too fly i’m c*cky c*cky
knock you out call me rocky rocky
got b*tches on go they naughty
move in silence these n*ggas can’t spot
on the way to top can’t stop me

i set trends that n*ggas tryna copy
everybody 2faced and that don’t shock me
i ain’t never give any love to a thottie
only foreign b*tches who got a nice body
i rack it up so to that n*gga yo gotti
got love for the ones who ain’t forgot me
when i blow just know y’all n*ggas got me

- money mayhem lyrics

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