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Correct Make Some Money Lyrics
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Lucas Coly
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Correct Make Some Money
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[Intro] Yea.. I'm just checking in on these bitch ass niggas, you know.. Shit crazy but... It is what it is tho aye, yea, yea [Chorus] Aye, I was born to make some fucking money Yea, I was born to make some fucking money Every night I go to sleep, I'm thinking bout some hunnids Shit I just wanna make my momma proud or something And all my people with me you know I won't never change Got my niggas, they gon win too Put that on my name Told her can you be my shorty, I be in my feelings And I don't want the baddest as long as I got the realist [Verse One] I be going through it dawg, I be in my feelings So I just roll it up and blow my problems to the ceiling I done seen a lot of shit, so I got lots of anger So I don't fuck with many, I can count em on my fingers I only fuck with loyal, cause it hurts to know that people did me dirty, I take that personal I promise if I do some fuck shit, I be the first to go Tell the lord to take me, switching up ain't worth it bro Please don't talk too much around me, make me nervous bro I'm fathering these niggas, place em in a nursing home That's my shorty you can try her, she gon curve it though Cause I been loyal, said that shit a couple words ago [Chorus] Aye, I was born to make some fucking money Yea, I was born to make some fucking money Every night I go to sleep, I be thinking bout some hunnids Shit I just wanna make my momma proud or something And all my people with me you know I won't never change Got my niggas, they gon win too Put that on my name Told her can you be my shorty, I be in my feelings And I don't want the baddest as long as I got the realist [Verse Two] I love my fucking fans, I call them back up Cause when I'm down I swear to god they bring me back up And her lil fine ass, I love the way she act up Cause if a bitch come and try me she get smacked up I keep that shit one hunnid, boy I'm solid and I mean it I been going through some shit, ain't hard to fucking see it My life is a fucking book and you can never read it Too many on the field, I'm the type to referee it Check my blood vessels, you find my word play I want the green to the point I call it earth day I see my future but kind of in a blurred way But shit I'm still gon fuck shit up on my worst days [Chorus] Aye, I was born to make some fucking money Yea, I was born to make some fucking money Every night I go to sleep, I'm thinking bout some hunnids Shit I just wanna make my momma proud or something And all my people with me you know I won't never change Got my niggas, they gon win too Put that on my name Told her can you be my shorty, I be in my feelings And I don't want the baddest as long as I got the realist
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