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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allassne Tope
Allassne Tope
Songwriter
Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
614 Ase
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, you know I'm gettin' all kinda money She really hope that the condom rip Stripper hoe on my ass, I ain't even 'bout to give that hoe the pill Made my name off blowin' pills, I'm a heavyweight like Holyfield I walk in the club wit no ID, oh bro, you rap! I had no idea Bitch said she want 5k to hit it, I buy PT and just pour up red I'm losin' connections, I'm in the hills He jealous and never gon' know how it feel My eyes real low like I'm from Korea, I sin everyday but god forgives The foreign I parked is lower since I loved it You gotta die for bands The driver smart I told him to give her new heels And basically hide her ribs Oooh she little snobby bitch, don't say thanks to the compliments Grown ass niggas he gossipin', I'm too big can't acknowledge it Put a bad hoe on you like a pimp Make spend it all till his pockets rip She know I'm gettin' all kinda money She really hope that the condom rip She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (Yeah) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (Yeah) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money That pussy so good I'm drivin' to it That pussy so wet ima dive into it I'm stackin' this money put pride into it I look at my stash and my pride enjoy it Bae, look at what I did I got Prada for you I'm treatin' my main and my side like daughters I fill up her purse with a wild ass number I'm throwin' up 4's and my pockets full Ooh he ain't even got no money Why the fuck the little nigga talk about money? Ooh I ain't even count my money I ain't touch nothin' that's the pile up money Come to my town I run it, got all the bricks and Za by the onion Peezy got the pints and the money, Wham said Lil Dan got the money All blues he ain't gotta count it for me Shows up north and down the country She nervous to shake it she down to hug I fuck her so good she gotta love it Dope to good, we gotta cut it Mixin' my pop with the wock in public I ran it up without signin' nothing You talkin' too broke that's not my subject Nigga smile in my face, stab my back that's not my buddy Deuce of the syrup make pineapple pop look like a pumpin' (It's orange now) Bitch got good ass head, make me loose breath, feel like I'm runnin' Groupies hoes flockin' to me, they know I'm gettin' all kinda money She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (They know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (He know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (She know) She know I'm gettin' all kinda money That pussy so good I'm drivin' to it That pussy so wet ima dive into it I'm stackin' this money put pride into it I look at my stash and my pride enjoy it Bae, look at what I did I got Prada for you I'm treatin' my main and my side like daughters I fill up her purse with a wild ass number I'm throwin' up 4's and my pockets full
Writer(s): Karon Vantrees, Allassne Tope Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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