Money Got Vert Lyrics – 1TakeJay
Singer: 1TakeJay
Title: Money Got Vert
Wait hol’ up
Aye, n#gg#s tryna be me I can’t blame them when they do that (Can’t blame them)
I don’t even converse if it ain’t bringing me a new stack (I don’t converse)
n#gg#s pillow talk, that’s a fact but where they do that (Where they do that)
Pass me the yea cause I don’t even think you’ll shoot back
Not a b#tch, life broke my heart and I be needin’ that (Needin’ that)
Fast forward I’m tired of wastin’ time that I can’t get back
I’m tired of blowin’ thousands at the store just to mismatch
My dollas up but I’m tryna be flexin’ like a six pack
My dollas up that’s why the money where my hands at
My dollas up that’s why the b#tches where I stand
My dollas up that’s why the money where my hands at
My dollas up that’s why the b#tches where I stand at
My dollas up I’m screamin’ where the BBL’s at
My dollas up I’m screamin’ where the southern bails at
My dollas up I’m screamin’ where the pre mails at
My dollas up I’m screamin’ where the long hair at
Ima big face that’s why I got this hoodie on (Why I got this hoodie on)
She talkin’ bout her day, I’m tryna see what that p#ss# on (What that p#ss# on)
She badder than a two year old doin’ a Tootsee roll (Doin’ a Tootsee roll)
We don’t practice safe sex we get our boogie on
I call that p#ss# chocolate chips she got good cookie dough (Got good cookie dough)
Mike jacket, I’m finna beat it, I’m in bully mode
You can’t afford to pay my bill don’t ask me for the code
Why would you break your own heart you know it’s full of holes (Why)
Thankin’ God for this lifestyle cause I was super broke (Super broke)
My closet like a thrift store because it’s full of clothes (Full of clothes)
Nobody better not say I made it till I pull up rolls
My city like a laboratory cause it’s full of clones
n#gg#s tryna be me I can’t blame ’em when they do that (Can’t blame ’em)
I don’t even converse if it ain’t bringing me a new stack (I don’t converse)
n#gg#s pillow talk, that’s a fact but where they do that (Where they do that)
Pass me the yea cause I don’t even think you’ll shoot back
Not a b#tch, life broke my heart and I be needin’ that (Needin’ that)
Fast forward I’m tired of wastin’ time that I can’t get back
I’m tired of blowin’ thousands at the store just to mismatch
My dollas up but I’m tryna be flexin’ like a six pack
My dollas up that’s why the money where my hands at
My dollas up that’s why the b#tches where I stand
My dollas up that’s why the money where my hands at
My dollas up that’s why the b#tches where I stand at
My dollas up I’m screamin’ where the BBL’s at
My dollas up I’m screamin’ where the southern bails at
My dollas up I’m screamin’ where the pre mails at
My dollas up I’m screamin’ where the long hair at
Ima big face that’s why I got this hoodie on (That’s why I got this hoodie on)
We don’t practice safe sex we get our boogie on (Get our boogie on)
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