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cuttin up - t.y. lyrics

[intro]
you already know how i’m rocking
yea, uh yeah

[chorus]
i be counting money just to calm my nerves
and b-tches only want a n-gg- who gon’ splurge
i can’t f-ck around with the hoe sh-t
and imma call it out if i notice it
i be counting money just to calm my nerves
and b-tches only want a n-gg- who gon’ splurge
i can’t f-ck around with the hoe sh-t
and imma call it out if i notice it

[verse 1]
look, don’t let me find out you a b-tch
take advantage of it send you on a whole crash lick
my hustle crucial i could come up on some cash quick
you n-gg-s useless and yo’ momma shouldn’t have had ya
i smoke weed so i fell in love with cali
daddy said never leave the house without your ratchet
knock a n-gg- out, turn his face to a pancake
keep that thing in place when you reachin’ for a handshake
don’t think we cool just ‘cause i gave yo’ -ss a handshake
i’m breaking rules whenever i’m in the d-mn place
my growers got foreigns i could drive ‘em any day
don’t go to clubs ain’t got time for hoes all in my face
sayin’ to they homegirl how they want a taste
meanwhile they homegirl on the same thing (stupid hoes)
i been that n-gg- for some time now
take the henny and face it that sh-t just make me wild out

[verse 2]
look, i told you p-ssy n-gg-s y’all can’t smoke with us
i’m ridin’ with some sh-t that could flip a bus
we nothing but some organized criminals
talking faster than lightning sh-t could get critical
and i just leave a b-tch i leave her miserable
if you ain’t know we the sh-t that you sniffing for
my paint wet like they hit that b-tch with 50 coats
your baby momma like how i hit her with different stokes
yea, i be counting money just to calm my nerves
and actions speak way louder than them words
b-tch we be the hottest ain’t no cooling down
doubling up on any n-gg- who out here playing ‘round
shining my diamonds shining they really diamonds
if you try to sn-tch it then you get hit with that iron
same n-gg- on instagram talkin’ bout that gangsta sh-t
caught his -ss in traffic and he froze up just like a b-tch

- t y lyrics

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