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lirik lagu money fein – wizz havinn

[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah (got more aztrointhecut)
yeah

[chorus]
trap jumpin’ like a trampoline, ayy (like a trampoline)
don’t need a n*gga, got my own cheese, ayy (got my own cheese)
hit the sticky, make your shoulder lean, n*gga (make your shoulder lean)
just in three months, i made a hundred g’s, n*gga (made a hundred g’s)
you ain’t never seen a hundred p’s
i know for d*mn sure i served a hundred fiends (yeah, yeah)
eatin’ oxtail and cabbage, like my money green (like my money green)
boy, that cheese give me a high, i’m a monеy fiend (yeah)

[verse 1]
ayy, hustle, hustlе, hustle, that sh*t in my genes (that sh*t in my genes)
i’ll bust a stupid buster, got it in my jeans (grr, baow)
i don’t f*ck with them lil’ suckers, they not with my team (they not with my team)
hit that ho without a rubber, she pulled a billie jean (d*mn, she pulled a billie jean)

[interlude]
yeah (hit that ho without a rubber, she pulled a billie jean)
ho pulled a billie jean, man (d*mn)
uh (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn), yeah
[verse 2]
she thought i was the one (uh)
tried to put that d*mn baby on me, b*tch, you dumb (f*ck)
runnin’ through these backends, it’s cuttin’ up my thumb (uh*huh)
inhalin’ gas pack in, it’s f*ckin’ up my lungs
your b*tch love my song (uh)
i ain’t even said a word, that ho was comin’ out her thong (comin’ out her drawers)
n*ggas ain’t show no love when i first came out with songs (when i dropped my sh*t)
went to jail for some petty sh*t, came out on bond (i was out the next morning)
takin’ pictures with that check, but that’s not your funds (but that’s not yours)

[chorus]
trap jumpin’ like a trampoline, ayy
don’t need a n*gga, got my own cheese, ayy (got my own cheese)
hit the sticky, make your shoulder lean, n*gga (brr)
just in three months, i made a hundred g’s, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you ain’t never seen a hundred p’s
i know for d*mn sure i served a hundred fiends
eatin’ oxtail and cabbage, like my money green (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
boy, that cheese give me a high, i’m a money fiend (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro]
trap jumpin’ like a trampoline, ayy
don’t need a n*gga, got my own cheese, ayy
hit the sticky, make your shoulder lean, n*gga
just in three months, i made a hundred g’s, n*gga
you ain’t never seen a hundred p’s
i know for d*mn sure i served a hundred fiends
eatin’ oxtail and cabbage, like my money green
boy, that cheese give me a high, i’m a money fiend

- wizz havinn

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