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lirik lagu young nudy - money

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[intro]
i’m doin’ good now, you feel me? i’m doin’ good now
don’t— don’t just think like a n~gga just dumb as f~ck now, i ain’t no dumbass n~gga now
they can say whatever the f~ck they wanna say, you feel me?
i’ll go in there and drop this sh~t on the table, have the teacher, princ~p~l panties gettin’ wet, make her wanna suck a young n~gga d~ck, you hear me?
i’m ain’t playin’, i’m tellin’ the truth
ooh~wee, look what that money make a b~tch do (yeah)
mmm
(you know i spend my money on mine, n~gga, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah
(you know i spend my money on mine, n~gga)
i’m like, “yo, what’s up, p?” (what’s up, p?) “what be goin’ on?” (yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo)
i’m like, “yo, what’s up, p?” (yo) “what the f~ck goin’ on?” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
yo

[verse 1]
i see n~ggas mad, mad ’cause money didn’t make me (can’t break me, nah)
i might do a lot of sh~t, but never will be a hater (never)
n~gga, if you know ’bout me, i wake up and get paper (get paper)
n~gga, if you know ’bout me, my favorite is rollin’ a flavor (rollin’ them flavors)
yeah, i be countin’ different colors on you haters (on you haters)
throw them frames on, told ’em i’ll see ’em later (i’ll see you later)
got they flame on, pull up with the blazers (with the blazers)
they could take somethin’, ridin’ ’round with them takers (i’m ridin’ with the takers)
[chorus]
money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah
money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah
money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah
(you know i spend my money on mine, n~gga, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m tryna break my bank account, i’m tryna break my bank account, i’m tryna break my bank account (i’m tryna break my bank account)
yeah, i’m tryna break my bank account, i’m tryna break my bank account, i’m tryna break my bank account (i’m tryna break my bank account)

[verse 2]
n~gga might flash it, n~gga might blast it, dog, i got shooters that crash (they’ll crash)
shooters on my side like my gun on my side (it’s on my side)
n~gga, i’m grindin’, tryna go get it, i just want more millions (more millions)
want more millions, want more millions, stack my sh~t to the ceiling (to the ceiling)
hundred fifty for a show, d~mn, i wasn’t gettin’ five hundred (d~mn, i wasn’t gettin’ five hundred)
d~mn, these n~ggas never know, thought i was a one~hit wonder (d~mn)
n~gga better put it on they mama, n~gga wanna be like me, no wonder (no wonder)
i got too much money, too much commas, runnin’ right through it, n~gga, you under (you under me)
yeah, under my feet, i step on n~ggas and i step in loubs (in loubs)
and i walk around with fifties on me, nothin’ but blues (nothin’ but blues)
n~ggas talkin’ this and that, but n~gga don’t have no clue (he ain’t have no clue)
what this money do, i’ll make your b~tch come through (i’m in there)

[chorus]
money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah
money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah
money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah
money, yeah, money, yeah, money, yeah, money
i’m tryna break my bank account, i’m tryna break my bank account, i’m tryna break my bank account (i’m tryna break my bank account)
yeah, i’m tryna break my bank account, i’m tryna break my bank account, i’m tryna break my bank account (i’m tryna break my bank account)
[outro]
you know i spend my money on mine, n~gga, yeah
you know i spend my money on mine, n~gga


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