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Make Money Lyrics - Artist : Banks, Lloyd
Yeah (Yeah)
Banks (Banks) You need it, go get it Seven days committed You need it, go get it Seven days committed, nigga Make money, make money, make money, uh Make money, make money, make money, uh Make money, make money, make money, uh Make money, make money, make money, yeah Make money, damn if they gon' take it from me Super swag, bet I get ya naked, honey You know my stomp ground, South Jamaica, dummy (South Side) Ain't no comp round, six or seven acres coming They mad I got in, never shoulda let me through Body full of diamonds, hoppin' out the Bentley coupe Crime high, I'm climbin', the other pockets empty crew Niggas thought I died then, call me Makaveli Blue Red and green stripes, diamond ear squares Screamin' twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs I give a fuck about a bitch, you a Care Bear Heart pumpin', anti-freeze as I stand here Punch a cotto, nightclubs, bunch of photos Run up on me like a dodo when I'm thumpin dolo Here's a no-no, bigger dollar signs than low-low Twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo Make money, although it don't make me It takes me somewhere you goin' need a A.C They chase me 'cause my neck is clear as H.D You can't see, baby, I'm in money, waist deep You should fuck wit' me, I'ma be that nigga Hell yeah, I'm start actin' funny when I get bigger Fuck the awards, I'd rather buy me a coupe No thing needed, do it all for the loot We here to make money Make money, make money Take money, take money, take money Great money, in and out of state money Weight money, Benjamins, straight money Flat party, I'm steamrollin' everybody Maserati, ridin' is my kind of hobby White Ferrari, player pressed for pussy? Hardly Ain't no probably, she leave here, I'ma get her doggy Banks A.K.A. ya got nothin' for me, shorty Thirty, forty more emcees later they will bore me Delivery semi-auti, style's another story By the thousand they will call me I'm a different category, uh You playin' big, ridin' 'round in your family crib Look at your rib, rock boys understand the kid We handle shit, play wit' me, get your candle lit, smoked Ashes out the window of a brand new Six The hood behind me, move me, you and what army? Armed in Armani, Christian Dior whole army You owe me sorry's, makin' money, livin' calmly Nicki got me fuckin' Barbies, cousins and aunties Make money, although it don't make me It takes me somewhere you goin' need a A.C They chase me 'cause my neck is clear as H.D You can't see, baby, I'm in money, waist deep You should fuck wit' me, I'ma be that nigga Hell yeah, I'm start actin' funny when I get bigger Fuck the awards, I'd rather buy me a coupe No thing needed, do it all for the loot We here to make money Make money, make money Take money, take money, take money Great money, in and out of state money Weight money, Benjamins, straight money You need it, go get it Seven days committed You need it, go get it Seven days committed, nigga Make money, make money, make money Make money, make money, make money Make money, make money, make money Make money, make money, make money Yeah! If you ain't making no money, move on, nigga! You taking up space! Nigga! Two g's up! Southside on top! Doe Pesci on the beat! Yeah! You need it, go get it Seven days committed You need it, go get it Seven days committed Make money, make money, make money Make money, make money, make money Make money, make money, make money Make money You know! |
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