FUCKYOURMONEY Lyrics

Move, Bitch get out the way

This a 40 clip sit down and lay

Gotta move bitch, get out the way

This a 40 clip sit down and lay

Gotta move bitch, get out the way

This a 40 clip sit down and lay

Gotta glock 17 extended mag

So go and put the money in the bag

Nothing funny end up with a tag

Zipped your body in a fucking bag

Zipped right up in my zag

Rollin blunts not smoking fags

Hollow hit you with the lag

Then I put the money in the bag

Shut your mouth can't hear no nag

Cut throat on my dog tags

Coming for your moms bag

Fuck your money

Think that shit is funny

Rather be out sitting with my gunny

Popping at some dummies

Your ass crummy

Answer to my snubby

Your ass funny

My weed weigh a tonny

Barrel bright my barrel sunny

your mouth lookin gummy

You'll be at the hospital wrapped up like a mummy

Sippin on the rummy

All these bales of cash you could never take from me

She want me on my knees

She want me handling over keys

All this fucking dust allergic make me sneeze

Pop in the door and make the clerk freeze

Move, Bitch get out the way

This a 40 clip sit down and lay

Gotta move bitch, get out the way

This a 40 clip sit down and lay

Gotta move bitch, get out the way

This a 40 clip sit down and lay

Your life to a real fein could be worth just a packet

Could be small as a .5 and they pull up and snatch it

Get you set up with those bitches like its a sabbath

Dashing out deals that alone could get you higher

Out on the block its the arrival of the messiah

Out for anything to keep their pockets drier

Wallets well fed its not on budget buyer

45 took off with his scalp bald now he can retire