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bags - money reekk lyrics

[chorus]
b*tch i’m married to money, i keep this sh*t coming
in love with the racks, i’m getting blue hundreds
get crushed up chop stick crush like a [?]
can’t swim in my water he hopped in and went over
i’m getting bags, f*cked around double the bundle
got the silent treatment he caught the glock with the muzzle
and let cuz hop out with the stick he gon’ rush you
in this [?] .45 sh*lls in a tussle
i’m getting bags, f*ck around double the bundle
got a big*ass glock why the f*ck would i punch you?
with a bad b*tch she got accounts out london
and we jugging your bank for a whole lot of hundreds
whipping bags, got this sh*t smelling like onions
got the gun [?] i can’t get a word from him
in the streets if you watching n*gga you can learn from me
got all the young n*ggas geeking they tryna burn something
[verse]
all the opps b*tches ain’t tryna hurt nothing
.30 with brodie he switching i’m tryna put him under
i put that swag on him, this sh*t cost me a bundle
in the foreign whip, dashboard got like 200
i got cuts on my face so they look at me funny
i’m a back door slime [?]
[?] chop stick have him rushing
he got his top hit sh*t look disgusting
i’m that n*gga no fronting
i’m with my glock everyday like a puppy
got to spend at least ten i ain’t working no budget
got to spin a n*gga bin put a hole in his m*ffin
xd’s glocks all custom
got locked in that jam that boy sang like he usher
i got too many bands i got my pockets just stuffed
put the glock to his face like “give it up [?]”

- money reekk lyrics

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