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I can never talk about the shit that I did (Nah) Baby, nobody gon' fuck with the kid (Kid) Money, money, 50K on my wrist, I hadn't made it 'til y'all was rich (Y'all rich) Money, money, I got ninety on my neck, she want to tat my name on her neck These niggas be wanna argue, but I don't really wanna talk (Nah) if ain't 'bout a check Tell me what happened, these niggas just cappin', they mad 'cause I making this money off rapping (Money off rapping) Money, money, money, make it happen, hold up a three like I'm AI Iris I know a nigga made a million off trapping, locked up wishing it never happened That's why Lil Muney just focused on the tag (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I know how to scrub the field, tell me 'bout it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sleeping in the same room with everybody (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't no me time, you can't be private Don't say too much, be quiet, bitch, I thought I told you, "Be quiet" I don't need no hard hat (Nah), bitch, I don't need no bald head (Nah) Bitch, I don't even need all that shit (Swear to God) Huh, what the fuck you thought this was? (What the fuck you thought this was?) Ridin' double R, bitch, I'm really rich (Yeah) In the club, pass the bucket to Richey Rich (Yeah) Just me, threw me the same thing, money, money, that's my last name Twenty-one, feel like I'm born again, you know I'm a God but I still sin That be bad, yeah, she a ten D, they catch us a family friend (Nah) Double cup full of that medicine (Medicine) Tell that bitch she gotta bring your friend (Yeah), them hoes at the door, I'ma let 'em in (Yeah) Hurt so many times, I gotta win (Yeah) Ain't nobody like me in this world, I might never ever find a friend (Find a friend) Letras de cancionesThese niggas lame, bitch, I'm a man I don't complain, take one to the chin (Yeah) I don't mind taking one for the team, I don't mind taking one for the squad All I ever knew was South Memphis, on God (Yeah) I do not mind, take one for the guys Stevie Stevie won a ribbon in the sky, hustlin', strugglin' to get by From the city, bitch, you blessed to make it out Play with me, bitch, I'ma show you somethin' (Yeah) Lil Muney, I be thumbin' through this money, my young niggas slide like there's no runnin' (Yeah) Bitch, you know it all, but you don't know nothin' Wipe your nose, you'd your nose running I only fuck with bad bitches, I'm allergic to junkie hoes (To junkie hoes) I only fuck with real choppers, nigga can get a hundred souls (Souls) Healthy, eating on a money salad, fuck with these niggas, move in silence (Yeah) I got that sack and I ain't even have to tattle (Yeah) I don't tussle, I don't even like to wrestle (Nah) I love God, but I don't like the pastor I love music, but I don't love the rappers And I don't even need no rap friends, I really think I'll go without 'em Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, I don't need a friend Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, I don't need a friend Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, I don't need a friend Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, I don't need a friend From Letras Mania