Текст песни
I don't got the time for it. Now let me take that back, I don't got The mind for it. I smell like money, I Just walked in like I'm Tom Ford. I just got two different hoes, on God, I Need like nine more. Drinking champagne out the bottle 'cause I'm fancy. My bitch a drug she always taking Plan B. On God, I'm talking money, bitch, you broke, don't Understand me. I be wanting fifteen different Bitches, she can't stand me. Yeah, 'cause I like more than one. Give her back shots at six AM and watch The morning sun. This my main bitch, swear to God she not no hoe for nothing. Don't let us catch a opp's ass, nigga, he Gon' get fucking punted. I get all these bands then I stack 'em Up. I got fangs in my fucking face like I'm Dracula. This bitch so thick, her booty beat When it's backing up. Can't fuck with all these Capping ass niggas, boy you lie for what? Talking shit, you finna die for what? Bitch, fuck the opps, all these niggas been out Of luck. She suck this so good, it got Me out my mind and fucking shh. This hit his head, now he out of time, That shit tough. Put it on my soul, nigga. We get that drop, get that bag, we finna Roll with 'em. Been balling, bitch, I feel like I'm Andre Drummond. Glock finna take his soul out his fucking stomach. Nigga. Yeah. Bitch. Big K, little Z, bitch. I'm in this shit right here. You know the fuck going on, nigga. Yeah.
klmketa — Money (Knownhated) [Thedrums]
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