Type monëy

Yeat

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    556, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)
    I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal?
    I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
    Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel

    Swervin' the muhfuckin' madness (skrrt)
    I already said that shit (skrrt)
    Swervin' the muhfuckin' madness (hol' on, hol' on)
    I already planned that shit (bitch)
    I was just swervin' the muhfuckin' tonk'
    Swervin' this shit right out the muhfuckin' bottom
    Yeah, took this shit out on the town
    I'ma pop me a perc'
    I'm not drinkin' moscato (hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
    I'm sippin' on lean, lean
    I'm green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (phew)
    Yeah, I'm poppin' the muhfuckin' X (hol' on)
    Lil bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (hol' on, hol' on)
    Yeah, hol' on, come on
    Come and tell me what you said
    And what you heard, bitch
    Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (bang, bang)
    Yeah, you blurred, bitch, yeah (bang, bang)
    I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond (skrrt)
    Right off the curb, bitch (luh curb)
    Yeah, seven-seven-seven-seven
    Send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to God, bitch (phew)
    Yeah, you don't know who we are bitch (uh-uh, uh-uh)

    I got dirty money buried in dirt
    Type of money, put that boy on a shirt (shirt, shirt)
    Type of money make the bitch go berserk
    Type of money make that bitch go twerk (uh)
    Type of money I could ruin your world
    And type of money I could take your lil girl
    This type of money got me runnin' the world
    This type of gun, it 'boutta hit in his bowels
    'Boutta show them all, but this is not help
    Roll 'em down and dish 'em out from the barrel
    I got mob ties way before all of us
    I'm a big star, call the astronomers
    Got a big car, it gon' fit all of us
    Bitch, you gon' need a mil' if you just want a verse
    I don't wanna talk, no
    I don't wanna converse
    Back in the trap with no sign of a hearse
    Bonnie and Clyde, got a Glock in her purse, oh, yeah
    (Oh, yeah, yeah)

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    We them boys who be poppin' them tags, bitch
    When that bitch wanna fuck, go 'head
    Yeah, my Glock shoot his shot like a fade
    Bitch, we know that you broke, keep tabs on ya
    Bitch you trippin', you off of them tabs
    Like a snake, bitch, we hide in the grass
    Made this shit out of muhfuckin' lego
    Made it easy, this shit from the ground
    I wanna live too, this a jam
    And she sit on the beach, she a shell
    We ride, we look covered in rags
    Inside the urus, the bitch all red (yeah)
    Bend the bitch back and I bust on her head (yeah)
    One, two, three, four shots leave him dead (he dead)

    556, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)
    I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal? (What's the deal?)
    I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
    Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel (woo, woo)

    556, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)
    I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal?
    I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
    Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel

    Swervin' the muhfuckin' madness (skrrt)
    I already said that shit (skrrt)
    Swervin' the muhfuckin' madness (hol' on, hol' on)
    I already planned that shit (bitch)
    I was just swervin' the muhfuckin' tonk'
    Swervin' this shit right out the bottom
    Yeah, took this shit out on the town
    I'ma pop me a perc'
    I'm not drinkin' moscato (hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
    I just been sippin' on lean, lean
    I'm green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (phew)
    Yeah, I'm poppin' the muhfuckin' X (hol' on)
    Lil bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (hol' on, hol' on)
    Yeah, hol' on, come on
    Come and tell me what you said
    And what you heard, bitch
    Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (bang, bang)
    Yeah, you blurred, bitch, yeah (bang, bang)
    I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond (skrrt)
    Right off the curb, bitch (luh curb)
    Yeah, seven-seven-seven-seven
    Send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to God, bitch (phew)

    Woo, woo (phew, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Woo, woo
    Woo (woo), woo (woo)
    Woo (woo)
    Woo-woo-woo-woo

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    Composición: Noah Smith y Leonardo Claus

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