| Fuck it, I’m back with another one
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| Fuck it up and do another one
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| My niggas do not shoot dirty guns
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| Shoot it up and get another one
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| I keep on counting them hundreds up
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| I think I’m falling in love with 'em
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| I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga
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| I think that I’m money sprung
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| Money sprung, money sprung
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| My nigga, I think I’m money sprung
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| Money sprung, money sprung
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| My nigga, I think I’m money sprung
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| I keep on counting them hundreds up
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| I think I’m falling in love with 'em
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| I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga
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| I think that I’m money sprung
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| Track after track and another one
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| Know that’s a hit, they can’t fuck with 'em
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| Nigga, you don’t gotta like me to understand where I’m coming from
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| I know you would eat it, what’s up
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| Come chew on the dick like a bubble gum
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| Told herself to be the plug
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| Now everybody wanna fuck with her
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| Everybody need love, everybody need drugs
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| Nobody wanna be a dub
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| Every fit I put on probably cost me like a dub
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| I’m way too up, they can’t keep up, yeah, yeah
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| I’m way too stuffed, I faced two cups, yeah, yeah
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| My new chain it look like a puck
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| My nigga, I’m icy as fuck, yeah, yeah
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| I feel like the King of New York
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| My jeweler is better than yours, yeah, yeah
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| A hundred sitting on my neck
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| Another hundred on the arm, yeah, yeah
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| I put the city on my back
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| How can I ever go wrong? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| I don’t need no groupie love
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| Go holla at my nigga Don (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I put my number in your phone
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| Just DM me if it was wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I told her my name is Artist
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| Now she wanna call me Arty
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| Telling me about a party, told her, «I'm the one performing»
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| Fuck it up before the party started
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| Fuck it, I’m back with another one
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| Fuck it up and do another one
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| My niggas do not shoot dirty guns
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| Shoot it up and get another one
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| I keep on counting them hundreds up
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| I think I’m falling in love with 'em
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| I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga
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| I think that I’m money sprung
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| Money sprung, money sprung
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| My nigga, I think I’m money sprung
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| Money sprung, money sprung
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| My nigga, I think I’m money sprung
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| I keep on counting them hundreds up
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| I think I’m falling in love with 'em
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| I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga
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| I think that I’m money sprung
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| I’m ahead of the race, flooring the gas
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| I’m passing the cops that I lead on a chase
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| If they come find out this weapon I placed
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| They might just give me a federal case
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| All of my folks has a residue taste
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| Rollie presidential when that presidential
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| Counting blue strips with the president face
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| I got the votes, don’t you ever debate
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| Yeah, yeah, I got a chef at the crib
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| Little hoe, I don’t never do dates
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| Yeah, yeah we are not looking for friends
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| So ain’t no competitors safe
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| Yeah, yeah, five in the morning
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| I’m drinking on dirty, it’s never too late
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| Yeah, yeah, leaving the spot
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| Had to switch up the whip, they was checking the plates
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| I’m still a menace
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| I do what I say and I won’t give a fuck if you feel offended
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| You selling your soul just to get attention
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| I crept with a pole 'cause I feel the tension
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| Trappers, they love me, they throw on that Don
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| They get on that road with a pigeon in it
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| Little bitch you know me, I’m really the Don
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| I don’t gotta try hard to fit the image
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| Look at my cup, it’s Dirty Diana
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| I dropped two bananas and shook up the Fanta
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| Booked in Atlanta
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| I go to the club with the paper and I throw a book on the dancer
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| I am the one they was counting out
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| Now I get hundreds and count it out
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| Designer shit, they can’t pronounce it
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| I’m styling out, they tryna spell it and sound it out
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| Yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Sprung , by - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Song from the album The Bigger Artist, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп