lirik lagu luh tyler - make alotta money
[intro]
yeah, n~gga, ayy
[chorus]
yeah, ayy (gang, gang)
young n~gga make a lot of money (yeah, you know we make a lot of money over here, you know)
yeah, yeah, ayy
keep a pretty b~tch in case sh~t get ugly
yeah, n~gga, gang, ayy (yeah)
i know all my n~ggas ridin’ for me, yeah (everyone around here ridin’ for me, on god)
ayy, n~gga, no cap, yeah
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’ (yeah)
[verse]
watch me turn nothin’ to somethin’
open up my pocket and i stuffed it
can’t have one ho, i need a couple (need a couple)
got a fifty ball in this duffle (yeah)
when my n~ggas ran into some trouble, they hop get to… (yeah)
baby, i ain’t come to cuddle
i got a bag, made another, then bought a chain for my brother
i’m tryna f~ck, why you think i got your number? (ugh)
i’ma grind the whole winter, then i’ma pop sh~t the whole summer
all this dog sh~t, i need a plumber (dog sh~t)
heard you went broke, that’s a bummer, lil’ n~gga get your money up
bad b~tch got her tummy tucked (ooh)
hundred thou’ on my kit, fifty bands, that ain’t nothin’ to us (ain’t nothin’ to us)
that b~tch easy, she wasn’t nothin’ to bust (she wasn’t nothin’ to bust)
she tryna argue… i don’t wanna fuss (b~tch)
all i wanna do is just run it up, i need all my n~ggas like a hundred up
them n~ggas used to dap me, now they stop to say i’m comin’ up
all my pockets stuffed, i got plenty bucks (n~gga, yeah)
n~ggas hatin’, sh~t, i couldn’t give a f~ck (on god)
when i’m tryna f~ck, only time that i hit her up (yeah, yeah)
i ran my digits up, bad b~tch but it ain’t big enough (on god, n~gga)
[chorus]
yeah, ayy
young n~gga make a lot of money (yeah, ayy)
ayy, ayy (you know we make a lot of money over here, n~gga)
keep a pretty b~tch in case sh~t get ugly (yeah, ayy)
yeah, n~gga, no cap, gang, yeah (you know i always keep a pretty b~tch, n~gga)
all the bad b~tches say they love me (all the bad b~tches love me)
yeah, n~gga, (gang) gang (yeah)
all the bad b~tches wanna f~ck me
[verse 2]
brought his ho ’round the gang, got his b~tch hit
vvs’ on me, got my wrist lit
brodie keep a stick, i wouldn’t risk it
she don’t need no bbl, she some thick sh~t (ugh)
i just made a check on some quick sh~t
grind forever, i can’t quit, b~tch (on god)
[chorus]
yeah, ayy, skii (yeah)
young n~gga make a lot of money (yeah, i make a lot of money)
yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (ayy)
keep a pretty b~tch in case sh~t get ugly (in case this sh~t get ugly)
yeah, n~gga, gang, ayy, ayy (yeah)
i know all my n~ggas ridin’ for me, yeah (yeah, i know they ridin’ for me)
ayy, n~gga, no cap (on god, b~tch)
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’ (got my n~gga’s trap jumpin’)
[outro]
bags in, brodie trap jumpin’
ayy
young n~gga make a lot of money
yeah, ayy, yeah
all the bad b~tches say they love me, yeah
gang, ayy
all the bad b~tches wanna f~ck me (skii)
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