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smuckers (prod.S!AH)

Money Music (Prod.Four3va)

wakup(siah)

Wäkě ǔp

Bayonetta

get busy/15drttt

Lyrics- 

I want it I cop that 
Call up a store ima shop at 
You want some money I got that 
Talm’ bout a bag I drop that 
Talm’ bout that shit Im pop that 
I want a bitch I ain’t got yet 
In a Vette and Im dropping the top back 
Im a boss finna buy me a top hat 
Yeah baby know Im hot wasabi 
Gotta keep that Glock beside me
Gotta keep that chop beside me 
I send a fuck boy back to the lobby
I know that she wanna party 
I call her santan off of the molly
Im countin’ bands be glitchin’ the lottery 
Throw up my hands ain’t nobody stopping me 

They said I never could do it I done it
Call me the juice man how i be stunting 
She want the gram told her ion run it 
I stay in her head sum like bonnet 
Baby you know Im fly like a comet 
Zanny boy Zanny boy on the summit 
I got a pair of shoes they from Paris 
Even though I ain’t never been to London 
Yea who run it Zanny boy run it
You know how Im  bumming turn nun’ to something
Kicking shit you know I really be punting 
Really rich f’ing them rolls in the sun 
Silly wrist diamonds on me one of one 
Im limping and shit my pockets weight a ton 
Lately and shit been going on a run 
Im craving this shit been really on a hunt
They be like Zanny boy you M.I.A the bitches wonder where you be at yeah
Hold up, my diamonds wet I told em’ I be where the sea at 
Okay yea you know Im fly as fuck it ain’t hard to see that 
Yeah Im in the Chi-Town cooling go to Miami and get me a heat check yeah 
Im top dollar I stand on that 
In the field with my cleats I step on necks 
Im getting bored finna fuck my ex
Im lying nigga fuck my ex
Cash Cluck I get real deal checks 
Im the king of the jungle beating on my chest 
Yea Im blessed Im blessed could never be less

I want it I cop that 
Call up a store ima shop at 
You want some money I got that 
Talm’ bout a bag I drop that 
Talm’ bout that shit Im pop that 
I want a bitch I ain’t got yet 
In a Vette and Im dropping the top back 
Im a boss finna buy me a top hat 
Yeah baby know Im hot wasabi 
Gotta keep that Glock beside me
Gotta keep that chop beside me 
I send a fuck boy back to the lobby
I know that she wanna party 
I call her santan off of the molly
Im countin’ bands be glitchin’ the lottery 
Throw up my hands ain’t nobody stopping me

get busy/15drttt

xohly

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