The Futuristiks - Money Chant lyrics

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The Futuristiks - Money Chant lyrics

Tracy T: Got all the qualities, hoes wanna holla' They just want the dollas' Don't give 'em a chance Roll with revolvers, & roll with a choppa' I pop it & probably hit you & your mans I was at saks & spent 1,500 lil' n***a & that was just only for jeans My b**h, with me, she rockin' chanel & she rolling up purp & i bought us a lean Roll with the wraiths But they got the ghosts Pull up on b**hes that take off they clothes See the sky dough dancing all on my sleeve Cause a lil' n***a just got off a load Walking on jimmy, she walking on fendi You got a problem i give you the business Let this lil' bullets walk all up yo' face Surrounded by k**as so you know i'm wit' it(woah woah) You know i'm wit it, bro got the extensions All up in LA i'm feeling like jefe Smoking on spinach & sending them chickens Shout-out meek milly, we f**ing with Philly Just bought a mansion, & filled it with b**hes My n***a just call me from back in the city Said they need money, but f** it, i get it Bought, brand new Balenciaga New Bentley do the throttle Never did rock Prada, break a n***a off proper We robbin' the robbers ya'll n***as is not us n***a, we shootin' up all of the shottas(bang bang bang) n***a, we shootin' up all of the shottas n***a, we shootin' up all of the shottas Verse 2 - Tracy T b**hes face-timing from back in the days Them the same b**hes wouldn't give me a chance This for the thrill, i'm pullin' up f**ing her Only cause she got the bow-legged stance Cashmere sweater, tracy t Hefner Run a lil' extra, running with a heckler Higher than delta, hotter than the devil n***a i'll melt you, cayenne pepper n**gas they savages running through packages & they be wrapping it, all for the cheese You ain't packing it, you just be rapping it Pour up the actavis, some in these streets Pull up in beverly hills, car got the gears Switching up gear, diamonds is clear Rolling with about a hundred on me n***a i'll buy the lil' b**h if I want it Riding in foreigns, & they back to back Back to back how i be spending the cash Diamonds is clear, & is looking like gla** Can't stop me now, b**h i'm all in my bag Riding in a stingray, all on the e-way Head to PJ, you know how we play My brodie, he strapped with a 40 You n***as ain't f**ing with shawty I flew it in over sonoma Got money, a couple of commas That carbine is holding a hunnid Birds on the east, now i'm all up in london Back on the east, i just got me some weed I just flip me 100, i got it from nothing (woah) I flip me 100, & got it from nothing, b**h! n***a, we shootin' up all of the shottas(bang bang n***a) n***a, we shootin' up all of the shottas n***a, we shootin' up all of the shottas n***a, we shootin' up all of the shottas Shoot em up (x6) Shooting up them shottas (x2) Shoot em up (x5) Shooting up them shottas (x2)