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Correct Money On Me Lyrics
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[Chorus] Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, lot of money on me Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, lot of money on me Heard he got money on me Got money on me, put money on me Six feet, that's how bad he gon’ be If the pussy nigga run up on me Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, lot of money on me Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, lot of money on me Heard he got money on me Got money on me, put money on me .40 cal, keep my buddy on me (Bop, bop) If he run up on me [Verse] I get top in the whip, got me swervin' Hop on board, bitch I'm wavy, I’m surfin' Pockets fat as the Nutty Professor I was moving weight quicker than Sherman Bitch I been ballin' plus I got that 32, I feel like Julius Erving Mask and gloves, bitch it look like I'm Purging When I slide with this rod, bitch it's curtains Up this bitch in yo' face like y'all flirtin' Gave ’em smoke, made ’em pay like I'm servin’ I ain't never felt none of you pussies, do that shit make me a virgin? He want beef, but he cannot afford it I'ma put money down, like it's layaway Chopper get to drummin’, no 8-0-8 I don't care if he broke, I'ma make him pay From the Go, I'm with all of the bullshit I'ma shoot like MJ when he fade-away He gon' fall when I off him, no Labor Day Leave him wet, zip him up, now that's Bathing Ape Once I take you to hell, you won't make it back You must think you Denzel by the way you act So you wanna see me where them angels at? Lay me down for some crumbs, like a table mat? These niggas must do not know my past But bitch it ain't nothing to take you back I'm still strapped every step, like an ankle wrap Let this .40 baptize you and lay you back Bitch you ain't taking shit, like a prenup I got straps, I got racks, it ain't d-cups Guns and cash when we ride, like a Brink's truck We got the toast and we not holding drinks up Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, used to get it in two states It doesn't matter if you're black or white I like my presidents with a blue face Burner on my side, like I'm Two-Face When I aim at his mouth, it ain't toothpaste I cannot wait to pull, like a toothache Put a stop to you faster than new breaks I'm on my grind, keep your eyes off of mine Or I'm closing them bitches, no suitcase You'll get hit with the nine, Bobby Bushay I'll take life from you pussies, like due dates All the bad bitches on my cock Yeah they see the drip, like an eye drop No kidding or playing when you hear me saying "I had niggas faded, no high-top" You gotta peep game, like a Skybox Known to pull up on niggas, like high socks Repping when I blast, like I'm Cyclops Watch me cook 'em and flip 'em, like iHOP Money on me like a stripper The paper stay on me like it was a sticker You think I'm a lick? You must be off the liquor If I take you serious, I'ma come get ya' Life is a bitch, if I take it you'll miss her Roll up on them with two sticks, like some Swishers I'm squeezing them straps And when I come to touch you, bitch it ain't duffel, get bagged with a zipper Push his back in with this MAC-10 I'll make a pussy do a back bend Fire at his top, Michael Jackson Someone pick up him, like the back end [Chorus] Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, lot of money on me Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, lot of money on me Heard he got money on me Got money on me, put money on me Six feet, that's how bad he gon' be If the pussy nigga run up on me Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, lot of money on me Whole lot of money on me Lot of money on me, lot of money on me Heard he got money on me Got money on me, put money on me .40 cal, keep my buddy on me (Bop, bop) If he run up on me
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