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Lyricist: Yeat
Lyrics:
Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka No, I don't need you, I really don't want you (damn, Trgc made that?) My money been twerkin', my money do dances (woah) Yeah, shut up I already heard you, I don't wanna answer You ruin everythin' you touch, you a cancer (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'm on the side where we win, no You not that guy 'cause I'm him, yeah I ride that big body right out the lot, it's a GLE, came with a tint I don't wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin' You cap out your chinny-chin-chin I'm rockin' the latest designer, the finest of fur It's that chinchilla skin Yeah, they tryna copy the wave And I told them they can't even surf a wave on it, yeah They steady been copyin' my sound, they some birds They a parrot if I'm bein' honest, yeah Why you been cappin' 'bout your whole life? (Yeah) How is you rappin' 'bout a whole lie? (How?) How you stay rappin' 'bout these damn drugs You ain't ever try it once your whole life?
Yeah, these kids is some motherfuckin' burgers, I'm callin' them Five Guys Yeah, these kids frier than a grease ball, yeah, he fried-fried Yeah, I just pulled up in that Bentley, that bitch got them frog eyes They tryna bite the swag but they bitches bitin' our dicks (yeah) I count every time she sucked me up, that's a hundred and sixty licks Can't even count the songs I made in a month, that's a hundred and sixty hits (yeah) They say, 'Yeat, you keep on evolvin', how you so steady with it?' (woah) They say, 'Yeat, how your pockets swollen? You gotta show me that shit' 'Bout to tell you how I'm doin' the shit (woah) I got the devil on my phone, he told me, keep doin' this shit Yeah, devil taught me how to get rich Yeah, how many bands? 6-6 Twizz in a minivan, couple of big sticks This bitch 'bout to ride me like she on a RipStik Yeah, they said, 'What's that red on your chest?' I told 'em, 'That's your bitch lipstick' Yeah, I pulled up in a Tonka and a helicopter goin' nuts Yeah, I had a fifty band and I turned it to a honeybun Didn't even need to go sign me a deal For these flawless diamonds, bitch, I'm already up I got a lil' thotty, that bitch is the baddest She up in that coupe on me, suckin' me up
Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka No, I don't need you, I really don't want you (damn, Trgc made that?) My money been twerkin', my money do dances (woah) Yeah, shut up I already heard you, I don't wanna answer You ruin everythin' you touch, you a cancer (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'm on the side where we win, no You not that guy 'cause I'm him, yeah I ride that big body right out the lot, it's a GLE, came with a tint I don't wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin' You cap out your chinny-chin-chin I'm rockin' the latest designer, the finest of fur It's that chinchilla skin Yeah, they tryna copy the wave And I told them they can't even surf a wave on it, yeah They steady been copyin' my sound, they some birds They a parrot if I'm bein' honest, yeah Why you been cappin' 'bout your whole life? (Yeah) How is you rappin' 'bout a whole lie? (How?) How you stay rappin' 'bout these damn drugs You ain't ever try it once your whole life?
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