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cash grabbers - yung seventeen lyrics

yeah, i made a milli in my room
yeah, so r.i.p. milli, gone too soon
make money fast
spend it faster, yeah, yeah, like boom
i got addicted to money and fast cars
i like to go vroom*vroom
this syrup too purple inside of my fanta
my cup look like a wound
i can not ever count all the runts i burnt
all the runts i burnt
i can not ever count all of the
money i spent and the drugs
i’m a germ
holding a ratchet too firm
i feel like twizzy, i’m running to bank

yeah, i feel like twizzy when i
pull up in trap
yeah
i feel like babyboi, i got a scat
more money, more problems
more money, what i heard
take care of problems, i leave ‘em in dirt

nah, nah
you can not do it this hot
yeah, when i pull up to the motherf*cking trip, i’m keepin’ a spot
yeah, when i go number one, you know i’m keepin’ it rock
i don’t do pop star sh*t, yeah, but i pop sh*t, yeah, yeah, rock
some sh*t got stuck in your throat, homie
huh? okay, you’re not my homie
nah, nah, you’re not my homie
always got sh*t to say
i’m not tryna play no games
that hoe was a wretched mistake
so i’ll leave her in a base to f*ck her
yeah, i’m pouring this sh*t like i’m from atlanta
we off them drugs, snow white, santa
that’s a drug agenda
i’m a black phantom
i’m the trip devil
eat you like a mind bender
i’m exodia
obliterate
yeah, i’m exodia
i’m a dark magician, huh?

i’m egyptian god, b*tch
i lost my life in a trap, i got that money, but i don’t give a f*ck about the consequence
yeah
i was just running to bank, yeah
i’m running to f*ck, grrr
yeah
i got a million in my bank account now
yeah
i’m ‘bout to spend it all
i don’t give a f*ck, nah
i don’t give a f*ck
i got 3 millions up in the bank now
i got 6 million up in the bank now
yeah
i’m lying for fun and
i’m a narcissist
i’m lying for fun, i’m an antagonist
i’m lying for fun, i’m a villain
i’m lying for fun
yeah, hater so lame and he trynna holla
you looking like god at a million dollars
huh, this sh*t getting way too violent, valhalla
i feel too lit like jala
in my cup that’s jollies
in my cup that’s ranchers
in my cup there’s sprite
in my cup there’s huh, huh
in my cup that’s potion
why don’t you try it out?
if you think you can do it
you can do it better than me
then show it, yeah, prove it

i been pull up out the motherf*ckin’ trap
yeah, with wounds and sh*t
when i go ti sleep, i sleep with a ratchet, yeah, yeah

you know i sleep with a ratchet
you know i feel like savage
when i’m gettin’ them down
yeah, i feel like yung savage, huh
i feel like yung seventeen, yeah, i’m
i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun, yeah
i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun, yeah
i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun, yeah
i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun, yeah
i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun, huh

i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun, yeah
i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun
i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun
i’m lying for fun, i’m lying for fun, yeah

i’m flying for fun, fly out, yeah
fly out for fun
i feel like twizy when i fly out for fun
yeah, i feel like baby boy when i fly out the car
yeah, i feel like baby boy when i crash my car
yeah, i feel like travis when i crash the rara
i feel like faygo when i’m pouring up
i feel like osama when i’m blowing up
i feel like netspend when i’m blowing up
i feel like osama when i blow up
look at how i blow up
look at how i blow up
look at how i blow up
i got dirty inside my fanta
dirty and jolly ranchers
i feel like i’m from atlanta
yeah, i feel like i’m from atlanta
got that dirty sprite and my fanta
yeah, i feel like i’m from future, yeah, hah

i feel like i’m twizzy when i’m pouring up and
i’m popping perx
crash out for fun
pop out, yeah, pop out
i feel like babyboi, yeah, when i’m rockstar
yeah, crash out on stage
yeah and for a mixtape
yeah, i do that, huh, huh

yeah, i do that, yeah, yeah
i do that, uh
yeah, i do that
i feel like i’m from atlanta
i got that dirty in my fanta, in my faygo
in my ranchers
i got that purple on ice
and i’m not being real nice
if you pull up on me in atlanta
you know that i’m keeping a ratchet if i’m outside
you know that i’m finna get all that is mine
i want all the money, all that’s mine
yeah, keeping a ratchet, keeping a toolie
pull up outside, k!ll ah motherf*ker
k!ll a p*ssyboi, huh
you know that issey miyake is leather, yeah
i ain’t finna write you a love leather, nah
i was trynna f*ck, yeah
and then let you go
i feel like teen x, on go
i feel like teen x on go
i feel like from atlanta
i feel like boosie, feel like badass
i’m rolling this sh*t for the h*ll of it
i’m rapping like bob, for h*ll of it
but talking ‘bout money need h*lla that
but talking ‘bout cash, need h*lla racks
yeah, but talking ‘bout money
i need like h*lla
i feel like i’m from atlanta, sippin’ on fanta
i’m sippin’ on purple juice
ugh, my cuppy, my cup so cute, yeah
it filled with jollies
and i been f*cking with molly
i knew this girl named molly brown
yeah, i met her at a party
i was just sippin’ some texas
she was into bacardi
i’m popping this molly, i feel like carti
i’m rolling off bean, i feel like yeat now
i’m rolling on beat, i feel like twizzy
i’m rolling of molly, i feel like carti, huh
i’m keeping a ratchet, i feel like babyboi
i feel like keeping a ratchet, i feel like babyboi
i live for money and i dream of money
and i want more money
i feel like twizzy
i feel like twizzy and babyboi
all at the same time
i’m on some beans
i’mma crash out

- yung seventeen lyrics

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