Long Money Lyrics

[Intro]
(Grim Goin' Brazy)
(T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ)

[Verse 1: Yeat]
I got long money (Yeah)
I got all hunnids (Yeah)
Made a hunnid bands in a month, that shit ain't nothin'
Copped a private jet so I can ship out all this onion (Yeah)
I just bought the coupe, I cut the roof off, hit the Kanye (Yeah)
I been gettin' so high (High)
Bitch I learned to fly (Oooh)
I was born a sinner, you can ask my demons why (Bitch)
I ain't ate no dinner, I just took a perc (Perky)
All my money jumpin', all my money twerk (Yeah)
All up, up on me, bitch, we disperse (Yeah)
When we pull up let them p*ssy boy disperse
And if that bitch p*ssy so good, I still won't buy a purse
I just f*cked what [?], they gon have to buy a verse
[Verse 2: SeptembersRich]
My twizzy called he [?]
.45, yeah I let it blow
Yo' bitch just called up gang, and she say she gon [?] I got some niggas [?]
Made fifty off that mail, but we ain't gon' tell what service tho'
I got pointers in that watch, but baguettes on my ring
Said she f*ck me for this bag, no bitch, you f*ckin' for free
After I get down with that bitch, then she f*ckin' on my team (On god)
Tweny-thousand, nah, this shit ain't cheap (Not cheap)
Got that Trackhawk Jeep (Skrrrt)
Chrome Hearts on that tee (Skrrrt)
And I got Chanel, bitch, it's coco for that [?]
Nah, my life ain't cheap hoe
We got every cheat code
Twizzy got them chickens in that semi, that's a truck load
I can send in bitches to the sea, that's a boat load
Then I put them birdies in that sky, that's that jet load
Married to this money, but I had to let my bitch go

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