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Artiste:
MadeinTYO
Titre:
Money Up
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(Hello, my name is Chaz) Ooh Ooh Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (Okay) 'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back (Ooh, ooh) Get your money up, don't fuck the money up (Phew, phew) Uh, get your money up, don't fuck the money up (Phew, phew) Bih you know you lyin', no cap (Ooh) 'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back Uh, get your money up, don't fuck the money up (Phew, phew) Uh, get your money up, don't fuck the money up (Skrrr) So much needle on, I need a doctor (Ooh) Uh, thought I knew that bih, okay that's not her (Okay) Fuck 12, I can't stand a copper (Fuck 12) Free Tay K, you 'posed to be out here (Ooh) Get that money up, yеah, don't fuck the money up (Phew, phеw) Uh, I could get you boozed, on your tummy tuck (Phew, phew) But you ain't gotta touch it if it's perfect (Phew, phew) I don't wanna hear it, unless it's worth it (Damn) Hit it from the back, okay, she forfeit (Damn) Throw the towel in, throw the towel in (Damn) Let's take a lil' trip now we stylin' (Vroom) Let's take a lil' trip now we stylin' (Okay) Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (Ooh) 'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back (Phew) Get your money up, don't fuck the money up (Phew, phew) Uh, get your money up, don't fuck the money up (Skrrr) This a tour, not a boys night (No) Too mature for these joyrides (How? Ooh) Money heavy, gotta keep an eye On my people, on my baby, where they all reside (Ooh) Cut the cheque, now I'm verified, ayy Cop the check, now I'm worth the time, ayy (Ooh) Check the cops, make 'em pay the fines Riot in the street, like all the time (Ooh) Damn Murda, murda, murda she wrote (She wrote) Why they gotta hit so low? (So low, ooh) Undertaker, stay in the floor (Floor) Why they gotta pistol blow? (Blow, ooh) Crowd roarin', that shit clear my mic Crowd surfin', kicked out all the lights (Ooh) Admission goin' up every night Makin' me think twice, I'm like "Fuck, what's my line?" (Skrr-skrr) Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (Ooh) 'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back (Phew) Get your money up, don't fuck the money up (Phew, phew) Uh, get your money up, don't fuck the money up (Skrr)