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Prophet Tessa Productions. Send the baddest bitch to the VIP. I'm a real gutter bitch and I'm freaky as Shit. If a nigga play with me, I ain't Giving him the cheek. I'ma walk him like a Dog, I'ma give him the leash. I got a face like NuNu and a body Like Puff. You might let him hit the lotto If he lucky. I need a bad boy like Puffy. Give him that cuddy, I'ma put it in His mouth 'fore he fuck me. Real freak bitch, I fuck a nigga back. I ain't into girls but I always stay strapped. Fuck a sneak diss, drop a name on wax. Bitch, I'm a buzz, I get your wig pushed Back. Just turned twenty-one, I already up a mil. I'm the youngest in charge and I do this Shit for real. I ain't crying over niggas, I'ma Show them how it feel. Cut the check on These pussy niggas, boo, we got a deal. Uh, Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Two hundred on the dash on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Night, night, I'ma clap on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. Sipping the mimosa while he lick on my panocha. Collar on his neck that say The Stallion 'cause I own him. Haters never see me, I ain't Hanging where it's local. Drink my Henny out a China, black and bougie like I'm Oprah. Staggy for president, snatching all the brethren. Foot up in the rap bitch ass without no Lubricant. She boring, I ain't hearing it. Who the fuck is hyping this? There's something off About her like she missing some ingredients. I'm sexual, no deviant. I like my men obedient. Don't want it missionary 'cause that's boring, I Need freaky shit. Walk up in the house and Bust the pipe, get it leaking shit. All up on my booty while you do me On some kinky shit. Keep me a full set, I keep something nice 'round my neck. I keep a box around your nigga 'cause I Keep his ass in check. Now I'm done with Being broke, so don't get mad if I ain't Spoke. Bitch, I'm chilling out in Houston, come and See me if you want. Left, right, throwing jabs At them. Two hundred on the dash on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Night, night, I'ma clap on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. Tell that bitch with the crown to run it Like Chris Brown. She won three rounds, I'ma need a hundred thou. Like Chinatown, bitches better bow down. Oh, you ain't know? Bet y'all bitches know now. What up? Yes, I'm the one, I'm the motherfucking One. Hold more weight than the late Big Pun. Bitches talk slick, but they ain't say nothing. Mad 'cause I'm bad, two sticks in my bun. Yes, sir, look what I've done. They ru-run, run when I come. Rum stickety bum, let me tell them where I'm From. Queens, little mama, Gabbana sunglasses. Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Two hundred on the dash on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Night, night, I'ma clap on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. Lord, forgive me for my sins. Forgive me for the crazy shit I wish I Never did. I'm simply just a young hood girl Trying to win. I just want it all and I ain't gonna pretend like I ain't never had To suck a dick to pay my rent. I'm trying to get my family out the hood In new cribs. I wanna finish paying my mother's New whip. I do it for a cause, so Understand the kid. I want my little brother go To school in Four Leaf. Schools in the hood, Got him pressing and he threes. And it's fucked up that ain't how it's supposed To be. He should be counting one to threes And ABCs. Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Two hundred on the dash on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Night, night, I'ma clap on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. It's nothing to a cocky nigga, nigga, better that. Hit his fitted cap, he won't get a chance To Twitter that. I make the booga sing a Song, boo, hum to you. You better have God with you when I come To you. I'm a grimy nigga, I set you Slippery shit. You's a dirty nigga with syphilis on Your dick. I catch you, I'ma wash you up, Line you, spit shine you. Leave you right there In the street where niggas can find you. My nigga fly, fly, pelican fly. When I pull it, eat a bullet, don't question Me why. It's the laws of the jungle, I Show you what the god do. My fab with The shell do, you rot 'til they smell you. Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Two hundred on the dash on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum. Left, right, throwing jabs at them. Night, night, I'ma clap on them. I don't say much, I just swag on them. I be winning cups, finna go platinum.
Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion, Nicki Minaj, Latto, 50 Cent — MONEY
«MONEY» — Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion, Nicki Minaj, Latto, 50 Cent. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:42.
