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27 Mari - Money Marathon (Official Audio)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omari Sanchez
Omari Sanchez
Songwriter
ENRGY
ENRGY
Songwriter
SAV
SAV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ENRGY
ENRGY
Producer
SAV
SAV
Producer

Lyrics

Energy, man, why you do that, man What's good, Energy Ooh, Sav killed it What's poppin', Sav Okay, I got a full-body op stick, with 30 rounds up in the chamber If you don't believe I got it on me, just come inside and check the hangers I'm hearing niggas fear the guys, we some bloodstainers OTG and 27, we the ones them money gainers (ok) Off whites on my feet, call me Money Mike My flip phone ain't ringing like an hour, I'm about to grab the rice Shorty questioning my double cup, baby, this is sprite (yellow) And in the dreams, you know we clutching on them double pipes I took a lil' break, but now I'm coming back in They sleeping on that boy Ty2Solid, that's my evil twin Better watch your girl around me, she like to go skin to skin With a 45., you let a couple shots, and let the devil in And now I'm back up in that one bag, what's up, who wanna do sum If that whistle blow, the demons coming out, we on a spruce run Shorty ask me if I'm feeling her, I like them two-tone I ain't worried about that one broke boy he a lil' chump You know I'm always in the camera, cause I'm showing off my fit (let's go) She ask me why my bag so heavy, sum light is just a brick (come on) Hawk 'em down we waiting till he trip, I'm pullin' out that switch (yellow) I just drop this one for y'all, finna go clock out on my shift Shit I ain't done, every time I leave, I got a different face Finna drop a lil' more, then I'm closing up my case Off the grid, never see my head and never left a trace Bag full off that, I don't know, I took that shit to space tho Okay, I got a full-body op stick, with 30 rounds up in the chamber If you don't believe I got it on me, just come inside and check the hangers I'm hearing niggas fear the guys, we some bloodstainers OTG and 27, we the ones them money gainers He said he wanted to shoot, had to ask him in what kind of way It don't matter what the whip is, just know we still gon' race Every time I leave the crib, the world gon' see a different face Had to run shorty pockets, just in case she had to chase I was finna be a scammer, then I saw I get the better money No rehearsing, I just put the headphones on and talk funny The heat went through his stomach, now he walkin' up holdin' his tummy Thought I quit music, then I came back with a banger dummy OTG, 27 Slaughter troop We the guys, lil' nigga Mari Yeah
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