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Ayy, oh, ayy Ayy, run this shit back Ayy, ayy, we ain't trippin' on that money shit Ayy, ooh, ayy Made this shit back yesterday We ain't trippin' on that money shit I gotta be more cautious of who I'm runnin' with I ride around on point 'cause what my brother did She really want me wrapped up, that's some sucka shit I gotta be more cautious of these hustlin' bitches Pour that codeine dark, and the Perc' done took my mental I can't give you no light 'cause I got tunnel vision Money can't make no clock, love don't cost you nothin' She take better pics in the Benz, she don't like straights 'cause they hot How my heart finna hate, tell mama I'm alright Hope bro stick to the script, you got my life what you thought? Money can't make no clock, one day it's not gon' tock She hopin' I'm gon' rot, and I'm hoping Wock won't stop Take my heart while you got Money can't make no clock She hopin' I'm gon' rot, and I'm hoping Wock won't stop Take my heart while you got, ayy Made this shit back yesterday We ain't trippin' on that money shit I gotta be more cautious of who I'm runnin' with I ride around on point 'cause what my brother did She really want me wrapped up, that's some sucka shit I gotta be more cautious of these hustling bitches, ayy, ayy Made this shit back yesterday We ain't trippin' on that money shit I gotta be more cautious of who I'm runnin' with Swish, ha Swish
Writer(s): Nils Noehden, Ahmar Bailey, Eck Lucki Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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