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we gettin money 4 eva (feat. joints, wayne head, calico & drizzo) (77 LO HILL Remix)

Exit 5 Yonkers/Calicohuatong
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money money money money

Money.

Money.

Money.

See it.

We acting funny.

You smile it.

Hold this backstage.

Counting money.

We counting money.

We getting money.

Pedal drugs, shit moving like clockwork.

When my niggas call the killers, put a bullet in the cop's shirt.

If we got beef Guarantee you get shot first I'ma leave the niggas drenched When that motherfucker

Glad squirts.

Only way I fill up.

I never lose.

Customers never promise.

drama.

I go get the llamas.

Niggas never learn till they land in the trauma.

Or maybe with my team, run a train on your mama.

You'd be surprised what she'd do for me.

frank man i had a bitch wide open at the front stand trying robbing

Use the facts, cause I might bug.

When I pass, I'm forced by the nightclub.

So if I'm fucked up, damn right I'm flipping dummies.

Cause guess what?

Nigga, I'm getting money.

This is how.

It's crazy in the hood.

It's crazy on the block.

I get money.

For the rock.

Wow.

I fell back.

Got lazy on the block.

Got to watch.

I ain't playing with this rock on the block

Making all the chops, nigga.

We talk 20s and 50s.

Fuck a nickel bag.

Stop worrying about how I'm getting cash on the ground.

of the night The D's trying to catch me on the corner with the white And if they run up on me it's a hike

A nigga get close enough, then I'm taking flight.

So either way, I'm getting this.

rock, fuck you rat and ass niggas suck a clit from a clock, bitch

We got this out.

You can find me.

Funny Nick.

Yeah, mommy.

D's like Evelyn's soul.

Hit me with promos and I'm lettin' it out.

Fuckin' thought the metal was

Stick your head out the door.

Bang.

My honey tip is never on some funny shit.

Can't fit it in my money.

Mercedes through yearly.

With the rubber grip.

The thing I bang your mother.

We'll see you next time.

You hustle stuck with a pack.

My fingers just stuck to my Mac.

So official, turn the dreams.

the reality.

The green on my salad.

Cheese on my celery.

Understanding my

Peace.

Peace.

Peace.

Right where that ratchet's runnin'.

Keep grillin', I'ma let over.

They tear a nigga head over.

You know.

Look at him.

You niggas.

All the stacks, they carry money.

We carry money.

Light it.

Good morning.

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