Luh Tyler - If It Don’t Make Money paroles de chanson
Luh Tyler If It Don’t Make Money

If It Don’t Make Money

Luh Tyler

paroles de chanson If It Don’t Make Money - Luh Tyler




If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me
Forty on my wrist and my neck like one fifty
You the type of nigga that'll sign a three sixty
Always dick riding you act just like P Diddy
Something like LeBron came in with that heat with me
All my hoes fine, all my bitches real pretty
It's been seven hours and my brodie still sticking
Fucking IG models you been dreaming about hitting
Just made like forty thousand and little bitch, I'm not kidding
You ain't trying to get rich pussy I can't rock with you
Took the roof off this bitch sliding with the top missing
We got grown man money, man, my niggas not children
Getting money while you sitting round chilling
I just wanna count millions, break my bank account nigga
All this water on me, I might drown nigga
Put the hoes before the money, yeah, you a clown nigga
We been smoking so much loud I can't hear a sound nigga
I'm gonna beat her down then tell your bitch get out nigga
You ain't talking money, broke boy, you just sound silly
He can't up that bag 'cause that nigga not really
Getting money, real rich nigga, baby, I can spend it
If I want it, bitch, I'm pimping, I ain't simping
I will not fall for no woman, I'm the kid
The broke niggas hate, the bad bitches love
This bitch got a whole lotta cake, I told her back it up
If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me
Forty on my wrist and my neck like one fifty
You the type of nigga that'll sign a three sixty
Always dick riding you act just like P. Diddy
Something like LeBron came in with that heat with me
All my hoes fine, all my bitches real pretty
It's been seven hours and my brodie still sticking
Fucking IG models you been dreaming about hitting
Just made like forty thousand and little bitch, I'm not kidding
You ain't trying to get rich, pussy, I can't rock with you
Took the roof off this bitch, sliding with the top missing
We got grown man money, man, my niggas not children


Writer(s): Mikhail Cherednichenko, Nikita Kirillov, Tyler Meeks, Vyacheslav Voevodin
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