paroles de chanson Money - Guapdad 4000
I
said
Fuego,
coming
with
the
flame-like
a
Draco
Make
a
broke
nigga
catch
up,
no
tomatoes
Le'
go,
build
an
infrastructure
for
my
payroll
No
squares
in
my
circles,
save
that
for
the
Eggo's
Hey
hoe,
take
a
trip
down
to
San
Diego
You
bust
tricks,
I
flip
cards
for
the
peso
Fabo,
nigga
geeked
up
in
this
bitch
I'm
a
pretty
ass
nigga
with
a
prettier
dick
Bitch
hello,
Freeband's,
all
from
Neiman's
Leave
the
register,
I'm
doing
the
"I
just
got
the
receipt"
dance
You
a
kiddie
pool
and
niggas
been
off
the
deep
end
And
I'm
unemployed
every
day
is
the
weekend
I'm
a
Bay
mobster,
trendsetter,
wave
monster
Ruth
Chris
scamming
and
I
ordered
eight
lobsters
Brought
a
bitch
with
me
and
she
called
it
a
feast
Bitch,
I
just
really
wanted
something
to
eat
Nigga
was
hungry
I
woke
up
and
had
an
appetite
I
couldn't
find
no
fettuccine
nowhere
So
I
had
to
get
it
instantly
Please
truffle
butter
me
ASAP
Now
she
wanna
give
bomb
nigga
head
like
turban
Suck
me
up
like
Kirby,
bust
a
nut
start
swervin'
Going
ape
shit
nigga
like
a
Saiyan
with
a
tail
She
said
"that's
a
nice
coat,"
I
said
"bitch,
this
Chanel"
Issa
check,
I
ain't
on
a
discount
rack
Your
designer
ugly,
you
should
get
your
discount
back
Young
scammer
in
the
building,
'bout
to
start
a
religion
If
I
tripped
on
my
money,
I
would
fall
on
my
bitches
Off
top,
if
you
a
broke
nigga
you
an
opp
If
you
a
broke
bitch
you's
a
thot
If
you
my
ex
bitch
you's
a
bop
You
over-curious
then
you
a
cop
You
driving
hella
slow,
you
getting
popped
You
like
my
bitch
then
we
can
swap
'Cause
my
bitch
gon'
wanna
come
home
and
yours
not
I
share
lots
with
niggas
who
share
stocks
Turn
heads
like
Beyblades,
nigga's
spin
top
Who
is
that
Nigga
dragoon
Hit
em
with
the
turbine
double
twister
That's
what
she
over
here
doing
Aqua
fist
wristwatch,
I'm
scamming
your
friend's
pops
The
paint
don't
drip
drop,
Its
matte-like
dreadlocks
I'm
dodging
the
wedlock
and
duckin'
the
fed
watch
I'd
rhyme
with
bedrock
but
that's
cliche
Nigga,
I'm
in
Morton's
every
day
with
a
filet
Racing
to
the
paper
like
a
relay,
then
stay,
out
in
Chile
We
lay
over
Gucci,
all
my
paper
looseleaf
Trying
to
get
money
from
a
Hello
or
a
Lucy
A
Tribe
Called
Scam,
I
just
never
knew
Phife
But
my
wrist
look
just
like
Bonita
on
ice
And
I
need
to
get
Head
& Shoulders,
these
fuckin'
po-lice
Bruh,
it
was
days
I
was
eating
just
rice
I
might
say
less,
but
I
always
do
the
most
About
my
green
bread-like
avocado
toast
Can't
forget
the
blue
like
my
name
was
Steve
I
draw
pictures
with
the
clues
that
you
wouldn't
believe
I'm
a
breath
of
fresh
air,
these
hoes
still
can't
breathe
Pretty
nigga
so
sharp,
how
I
still
ain't
bleed?
I'd
done
dodged
the
bitch
out
and
she
still
ain't
leave
Guapdad,
Scam
Boy,
but
I
need
the
cheese,
yeah
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