Money Loud

King Los

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    [Hook:]
    If you bout that paper nigga, this the anthem
    Money loud, pockets having temper tantrums
    Money loud, oh yes that money loud
    20'S, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou
    Too many broke niggas, push the crowd back
    Ya'll got that reggie, bitch we got that loud bag
    Money loud, yea bitch that money loud
    20'S, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou
    Dirty money, that's that puffy combs
    Shaquille o'neal, that mean your money long
    Money loud, yeah bitch that money loud
    20'S, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou

    [Verse 1: Los]
    Ay yo, pull up in that bentley, bumpin' benjamin stuntin'
    Money old but I'm young, my pockets on benjamin button
    20'S 50's & 100's, you a george washington baller
    You go nuts at the mall, I must go george washington carver
    I said your girl get alot of brain
    It's ironic that I called her dumb
    She looked at my swag and said man he's fresh
    So I fucked her while bumpin' tha carter 1
    One bitch said your bright lane cold, I said but my rollie hot
    My niggas get that dirty bread, wholy-moly donut shop
    I'm pimpin' just stop it, if your bitch is the topic
    She go for my sack so much, I feel like I'm vick in the pocket
    You know I scramble and duck her, you hold her hand & you cuff her
    I guess she lickin' the rapper because her man is a sucker
    I said, I said if she this knot then she gon drop that, drop that
    I give her peach ciroc, it make her box wet
    My game butter, it will make your honey roll
    And nigga you ain't gettin money if your money fold

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    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: Los]
    I got these knots in my pocket, this is not what you want
    They say I'm over the top, I say my top in my trunk
    I'm the ray rice of my crew, you know my block in the front
    Give me that thang and I run it, it ain't no option to punt
    I'm screaming, wooo
    Riding back to back look like a chevy club
    Them blades poking out, I call em freddy gloves
    I could just giuseppe bitches or I could mink hoes
    Cause I make that paper double like I work at kinko's
    If I knock your honey down, I gotta peel her off me
    Yea she know my money loud, I'm talkin gilbert gotfried
    She let me get it first, then my homies go slam her
    I fucked her in the coupe while bumpin' tony montana
    My money loud, like why worry
    Your money quiet, like libraries
    My game butter, it will make your honey roll
    And nigga you ain't gettin money if your money fold

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