21 Savage - Money Convo lyrics

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21 Savage - Money Convo lyrics

[Verse 1] Peon a** n***as Levis and Adidas a** n***as High point having a** n***as I got a Glock and it don't jam, I blast n***as You a lovey dovey buy a ring n***a I'm the type to pa** her to the team, n***a You went and bought that b**h Céline, n***a? Now she f**in' me, I know you wanna k** her And I sold dope on my 10 toes We ain't fallin' out over freak hoes 21 Savage still in savage mode I thought I told you I'm a savage on these hoes Maybach with the curtains up I'm with Nudy, he gon' burn you up Fake g**nin', n***a turned into a snitch Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch [Pre-Chorus] Pull up We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas Hol' up We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash Hol' up Wanna f** me, I'm like yas, yas, yas Hol' up VVS' drippin', dance, dance, dance [Chorus] Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo [Post-Chorus] b**h I came straight from the bottom, n***a and I'm still humble Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that b**h rumble AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble Got your main b**h with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo [Verse 2] Money talk, yeah, n***a, cash talk, yeah, n***a Ridin' 'round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, n***a Oh you drinkin' green? Nope, only drink that red, n***a Only f** the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho n***as know I blast off, pull up with the mask off Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul Bought a 488, finna act an a**hole I've been gettin' so much money, they think I sold my damn soul You a fake gangsta, you ain't ever shot nobody I don't wanna hear them stories 'bout them fake bodies Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti n***a get whacked, thinkin' they hard 'cause they on molly I'm the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out You a dick jumpin' f*ggot, you a mascot You beat your b**h 'cause she walk 'round with her a** out They wanna rob me 'cause I walk 'round with that bag out Drinkin' syrup, lil' b**h, I'm finna pa** out Never slippin', Glock 40 with a red dot Seven figure n***a, money all I talk about You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what ya talkin' 'bout? [Chorus] Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo [Post-Chorus] b**h I came straight from the bottom, n***a and I'm still humble Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that b**h rumble AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble Got your main b**h with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo [Outro] Metro Boomin want some more, n***a

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