| Sink’s filled with dirty dishes
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| Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
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| All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
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| Money machines count it then I wrap it up
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| (Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
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| Money machines count it then I wrap it up
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| Grindin' hard just to pay the rent
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| Poke me so they can make a sense
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| Fuck it any time, piece I make a rent
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| It’s a job that I’m workin' on a niggas stretches
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| Spilled my blood and tears in these streets
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| My bitch I s as erotic, face is sweaty
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| Let me catch you slippin' that you place your bets
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| Get 'er on the all and play for sex
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| This just to see that my pocket’s swollen
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| Stacks, stick it in tires
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| IA7 is my road to riches, got road description (it's fire)
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| Move up in the chump then a nigga shiver up
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| When I pull in the dunk with the riders
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| Fully automatic, full of static
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| If a nigga wanna have it I’m a hit it with the fire
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| Wutchu niggas really know about that?
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| Grindin' on things he calls stats
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| Livin' with your home cause my house packed
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| My mom would get it, have it all, have it bounced back
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| Back stabbin', never been about that
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| Black ratchet bearin' come about that
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| I whip a child, I beat my case
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| 25k and I bounce back
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| It would be a bloody murder
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| It’s on the beat but they punch they burgers
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| A hundred deep in the crowd, we turnt up
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| Fuckin' freaks with the smutch would burn ya
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| Real niggas that shoot for me
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| Gotta kill niggas for they shoe money
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| 10k and that’s true money
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| They talkin' bricks they packin', that’s too funny
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| I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)
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| How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? |
| (shared guns)
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| Sink’s filled with dirty dishes
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| Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
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| All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
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| Money machines count it then I wrap it up
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| (Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
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| Money machines count it then I wrap it up
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| I’ve been grindin' hard since like the '90 somethin'
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| Get money fuckin' hoes or call me stuntin'
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| Take you fritz with some major chicks
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| Big full arm will waste the shit
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| Money, guns, ice glowin'
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| Hold up to show how my night was goin'
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| Imagine now how my life is goin'
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| The bitch on one, all night she rollin'
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| Scuffle kicks that need a new pair
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| That time the minister bought 2 pair
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| Just like we ball when I drop my top
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| Man you niggas know this a new year
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| Vamp all night when the day here
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| All week then a nigga make 8 flips
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| That’s one more dim a seven day shift
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| I grind hard like the lake rish
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| All my ladies goin' down the drain
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| To the learn how to cook 2 pounds of 'caine
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| Swear to God that I felt my lane
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| So my niggas called 22 counts of 'caine
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| Damn, I swear to God it gets scary then (Spooky!)
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| When I see the feds I get scared of them
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| I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)
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| How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? |
| (shared guns)
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| Sink’s filled with dirty dishes
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| Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
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| All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
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| Money machines count it then I wrap it up
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| (Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
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| Money machines count it then I wrap it up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song AirOnes , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album Vampire Life 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп