| Every bitch I had look like they got booty shots
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| Gunna likes to shoot but not the same object that Kool got
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| Kool is my photographer, ain’t know if you knew or not
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| East Atlanta, I’m with Mojo, he’s got stupid nines
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| And in this section by myself, I’m a fucking gangster
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| College bitch say she always wanna fuck a gangster
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| Foreign cars, out on Alabo and Rocheblave
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| In that nine, Glock 9 tucked up in my waist
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| South side, outside, hustle in the rain
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| Won’t cut no corners, stood on corners for a quarter a day
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| 252, get 4 of them, you got 1008
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| Public housing, stay from round, smoke out a pound of grapes
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| Sold bookoo ounces by the thousands in a race for guap
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| Chip off a block, killer come quickly chip off your block
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| I heard that it was money on the avenue
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| Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon
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| Shawty, a bad bitch, her booty doing magic
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| Racks' a woman magnet, watch her do gymnastics
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| Say the street lights (pause), just came on
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| All my girlfriends wondering why I ain’t came home
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| I’m a money magnet, I’m a money magnet
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| I’m a money magnet, and my pockets got the mumps
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| Not in a disrespectful manner, but my pants is sagging
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| I’m in the game of pharmaceuticals, and I ain’t bragging
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| I gave a listen to your music and I started laughing
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| Wondering who the fuck is you, and when you started trapping
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| BWA, Bread Winners Association
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| Ain’t got a DOC number, we not associated
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| Polo logo crazy, only on my underwear
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| In my closet for hours, undecided on what I’mma wear
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| I walk around with 60 grand in my 508s
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| And rings glistening, women giggling, right away
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| Don’t hang out in booty clubs, I don’t like to party
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| Cause bitches from the booty club give me private parties
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| I heard that it was money on the avenue
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| Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon
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| Shawty, a bad bitch, her booty doing magic
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| Rack’s a money magnet, watch her do gymnastics
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| Say the street lights (pause), just came on
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| All my girlfriends wondering why I ain’t came home
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| I’m a money magnet, I’m a money magnet
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| I’m a money magnet, and my pockets got the mumps
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| I heard that it was money on the avenue
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| Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon
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| Say the street lights, just came on
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| And my pockets got the mumps |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Magnet, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Stranger Than Fiction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп