Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Goals , by - RJmrLA. Release date: 08.08.2019
Song language: English
Money Goals |
| I don’t love these hoes, don’t need these hoes for nothin' |
| I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it |
| But fuck it, though, my gun explode, I’m bussin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| Shit, I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it |
| Bitch, I got money goals, I keep these hunnids comin' |
| Money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid’s comin' |
| I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin' |
| I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes |
| Hunnids like the gun I load, I keep mine on |
| Mighta had to swing on hoes on Figaro |
| Put my bitch on cheetah mode, that feline soul |
| Scratch a bitch you can’t catch a trick |
| Million dollar game in my Kapernicks |
| Only spit the game out in fragments |
| Spit that yoga flame out that mackin' clip, oh, I-I |
| I don’t trust 'em, never love 'em, no discussion |
| Let my main bitch buss 'em, I’on never let her fuck 'em |
| I don’t love 'em, never trust 'em, let my main bitch buss 'em |
| Blue hunnids, keep 'em coming, Mr. R, motherfucker |
| I don’t love these hoes, don’t need these hoes for nothin' |
| I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it |
| But fuck it, though, my gun explode, I’m bussin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| Shit, I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it |
| Bitch, I got money goals, I keep these hunnids comin' |
| Money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid’s comin' |
| I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin' |
| Like, I don’t need these hoes, I’m embarrassed |
| Like menstrual, I’ll bleed these hoes, period |
| Ask me what kinda jeans I’m on, Amiris |
| Walk in with my gun exposed, I’m fearless |
| Clearly, lately feeling like the realest nigga |
| Choppas with bananas, yeah, Magilla Gorilla |
| Bitch, I think I’m Frank Lucas, dope dealer, chinchilla |
| Or I might be Joe Louis, bitch, where your antennas? |
| I don’t trust 'em, never love 'em, no discussion |
| Let my main bitch buss 'em, I’on never let her fuck 'em |
| I don’t love 'em, never trust 'em, let my main bitch buss 'em |
| Blue hunnids, keep 'em coming, Mr. R, motherfucker |
| I don’t love these hoes, don’t need these hoes for nothin' |
| I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it |
| But fuck it, though, my gun explode, I’m bussin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| Shit, I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it |
| Bitch, I got money goals, I keep these hunnids comin' |
| Money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin' |
| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid’s comin' |
| I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin' |