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send a lo - zaybang lyrics

[intro]
(eazy)
you was smart for that
if it’s money on the floor, n*gga, send a lo’
look

[chorus]
if it’s money on the floor, tell ’em, “send a lo'”
and whatever n*ggas need, i could get you what you want (n*gga)
we just sent a hundred p’s and we sendin’ more
tracin’ bags for a patek, now we beatin’ up the road
they just sent another bag for another show
my b*tch ain’t never been pressed about a motherf*ckin’ ho (n*gga)
i need the high for these bags, but got them for the low
so it better be some money if you blowin’ up my phone, i need a lift

[verse 1]
ayy, look, b*tch, i’m comin’ drip down in some high fashion
the street’s over, i be seeing n*ggas white flaggin’
f*ck flexin’, why show it? i don’t like braggin’
and the marble counters in my house with the white cabinet
need a bad b*tch smellin’ good and she cook breakfast
a young n*gga gettin’ money but i’m still steppin’
and if we really had a problem, then you wouldn’t have texted
these n*ggas only saying blims, they don’t send a message
every since i started rappin’, i been gettin’ paper
and they can act like they don’t see me, you’s a f*cking hater
the drac’ got a green beam or a f*ckin’ laser
way before this rap sh*t, we was pullin’ capers
if lil’ easy on the beat, then we ain’t gotta mix it
i know a n*gga dead broke but he say he pimpin’
free keef out that b*tch, that’s my f*ckin’ hit stick
we finna wake they ass up, they gon’ have to listen (n*gga, ayy)
[chorus]
if it’s money on the floor, tell ’em, “send a lo'”
and whatever n*ggas need, i could get you what you want (n*gga)
we just sent a hundred p’s and we sendin’ more
tracin’ bags for a patek, now we beatin’ up the road
they just sent another bag for another show
my b*tch ain’t never been pressed about a motherf*ckin’ ho (n*gga)
i need the high for these bags, but got them for the low
so it better be some money if you blowin’ up my phone, i need a lift

[verse 2]
ayy, and if it’s really on the floor, i’ma ante up
i ain’t never to the neck, baby got it in her f*nny clutch
if a n*gga talkin’ down, we gon’ stand him up (ayy)
and i ain’t goin’ back and forth, tell that b*tch, “get your bands up”
ayy, ayy, beatin’ down the block with this 26
bro ain’t even have no quagen, all that n*gga had was tris
throwin’ shots from up the street but that n*gga missed
i’ll do it by myself, i don’t hardly send a blitz
i did the beno wrld shorts with the prada sneaks
she cook and clean every day, she ain’t gotta say she proud of me
it’s forty*seven pounds in this odyssey
and i been runnin’ up a bag, i can promise ain’t no stoppin’ me
them empire checks comin’ every month
that boy just rappin’, he ain’t gettin’ to that chicken like us
even if i’m feelin’ down, i can run it up
they knew my n*ggas wasn’t playin’ when we left with (ayy, look, ayy)
[chorus]
if it’s money on the floor, tell ’em, “send a lo'”
and whatever n*ggas need, i could get you what you want (n*gga)
we just sent a hundred p’s and we sendin’ more
tracin’ bags for a patek, now we beatin’ up the road
they just sent another bag for another show
my b*tch ain’t never been pressed about a motherf*ckin’ ho (n*gga)
i need the high for these bags, but got them for the low
so it better be some money if you blowin’ up my phone, i need a lift (clown, n*gga, look)

- zaybang lyrics

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