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Fvck A Mixtape

by MoneyatMidnight

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Fvck A Mixtape (Intro) 01:41
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[Intro] Alright now fuck a mixtape Correction, fuck you and the mixtape Ain't walking out the house if I ain't get paid Like that ain't how it work, hell no way! Nigga gone try to get over on me and succeed That'll get your shit blown back! Niggas better get a head start like track Cause when I pass you, you ain't coming back nigga! [Verse 1] Fuck a mixtape, I just wanna bunch a fat stacks Lotta money, gotta put gas in Maybach Me and your girl go way back We old school, just like nick-knack, patty wack Diss me on the track, get slapped in your face Gotta big pack, 'bouta pull up to ya place Big dicks on the Glock put em in your face Money sack just in case we catch another case Excuse me, no nigga excuse you! Caught a cold from these diamonds like achoo! I can see it right now all the fake turn real Real ice, I'm rich, bet you really really pissed! Kiss my whole ass for one time That you ever thought I gave a fuck Cause naw, I really didn't Nigga you trippin, you girl really buggin' Better watch her, bet she out there fuckin'... [Verse 2] You nigga! (no not you I mean the other nigga) Mood right now is fuck a nigga She mad at me snatchies, and I took her nigga And her wig off just like a mask Everything fake except for her ass Both of yall slow, ya shoulda went to class Gotta run to the money real real fast Fuck you, a mixtape, and a damn hallpass! Hold up I'm almost done MAM never gonna go out like iWon Alive after death like MJ Hold up let me spit some game like Aye bae bae, bitch, you cra, cra Right now the mood is fuck a mix Fuck a mix, I'm tryna get rich Make hits, stack the money at MoneyatMidnight bitch!
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Hi Bich (Remix) [feat. Bhad Bhabie] 03:19
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[Intro] Oh my God, Ronny [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch I do not sniff it or roll it (no) It do not drip when I pour it (no) I do not run, I reload it I do not save it, I throw it White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch [Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] Hi bich, more like bye bitch I'm not a free sample so you don't wanna try bitch Keep playing with me Imma make yo ass cry bitch Who the fuck do you think you talking too Found a dusty ass bitch somebody please go get the broom Man that hoe was hella funny, tryna play with my money Niggas bitchin and they uptight They always in they feelings, never know when something right Saw best friend like hi bich, let's get rich Let's make a couple million or some shit Hold up, the bitch talking shit? Pull up Terrence howard, whoop dat trick Stomp that bitch, choke that hoe Woah woah whoa, I'm freak on high New keys to the new Porsche parked right outside White lines white guy and we both high I bout to get my license come on lets ride Try to fuck with me, definition suicide Girls try to play with me, I had to to let the bitch know Call my girls have your weave on the floor Man that hoe had to go, hoe was so messy Bitch is a snitch, run as soon as you tell it Post your business all on instagram Now they know everything about your fam Everybody so fake, and they all up in your face like Hi bitch, bye bitch [Interlude: Bhad Bhabie] Bitch! You mad, ho Why you so mad, ho? [Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie] Ho, don't wanna try me Yeah, that's on my mama's chromosome Commas run on 10, since I run it up Never wanna line up, I don't do McDonald's Fuck crazy you know I'm breakin' necks when I'm pullin' up (skrrt) All my numbers lookin' outrageous Now the blogs handin' out praises Got the world usin' my phrases Hoes keep my name in their mouth Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don't say my name, bitch) Barrin' out, I ain't got Xans in me, no Young but I'm ballin' like a damn CEO Bentley truck, said don't give a fuck Came from the street, Boynton Beach Yeah, they know what's up Bitches that hold no position Come at me, fall in my mentions Hoes be thirsty for attention Knock a ho out this dimension Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?) How you hoes livin' with no purpose? I be pumpin' venom in my verses Bitch, you worthless You ain't fuckin' with my worst shit Doubted me, now it's all comin' together like cursive (like cursive, bitch) $50K a show, I'm doin' 30 of 'em 5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin' Bitches showin' everything, I be understuntin' (damn) Understandin' your regard, really had nothin' (shit) Shit, but now I'm breakin' records and I'm makin' history (wow) How can they stop me? I swear it's a mystery Parents so sick of me, source of their misery (Let your kids listen to me!) Ho, I do millions on a slow day And I ain't gotta go to school like a snow day But my... in the stu' so it's okay Bank account look like a lick Broke ho, you look like you sick Slide on the beat like it's slick Bitch don't compare me to Iggy That old ho is washed and I'm lit Wouldn't pay her to wash up my whip (Bye, broke bitch, bye, ho!) [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch I do not sniff it or roll it (no) It do not drip when I pour it (no) I do not run, I reload it I do not save it, I throw it White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
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Pills & Automobiles (Remix) [feat. Chris Brown] 02:01
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[Intro: Chris Brown] Oww! [Chorus: Chris Brown] Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, oh oh baby [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] (Ba-ba-baby) Just tryna live your life (Ba-ba-baby) I'm just tryna change your life (Ba-ba-baby) Just tryna change your life (Ba-ba-baby) Oh oh baby [Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] Ok we got them pills and them automobiles That go real fast when you step up on the gas I'mma teach yo ass how to drive safe when popped a pill So the feds don't come touch, what's in the safe Ain't nothing safe when you out here in these streets Niggas real quick to put the heat on they hip 245, 246 Can't tell the time, cause the diamonds so bright Diamonds wetter than a slip & slide You girl popped a pill now she in my ride, but I don't even want her, In a minute she's a loner In the automobile with pills all my system Try to send shots at me I sent back and you know I ain't miss 'em I got bigger things I wanna do And I places I wanna see Ain't got no time, gotta go pick up the bust down AP Diamonds all over my body Feel like Bartier Carti When I hop in the Rarri MoneyatMidnight stay so.... [Chorus: Chris Brown] Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, oh oh baby [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] (Ba-ba-baby) Just tryna live your life (Ba-ba-baby) I'm just tryna change your life (Ba-ba-baby) Just tryna change your life (Ba-ba-baby) Oh oh baby
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No Limit (Remix) [feat. A$AP Rocky & G-Eazy] 01:38
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[Chorus: A$AP Rocky] If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her If I hit it two times then I like her If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her It ain't safe for the black or the white girls It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say? Money dance turn this shit into a nightclub [Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] Fuck with me let's get some money I said he fuck me then he got served Engine loud and hot (swerve) Pulling right the lot Hit the gas I don't got no limit New Wraith and you know it's tinted Fuck stop signs, I can never be stopped Even though I think blue lights that's the cops When he pulled his pants down, damn it's long as a mop Drop it the top let it breathe Bought yo girlfriend some new weave I know you broke and you stuggling But you could be out here hustling The chain I'ma get it custom Tried to run up and I had to bust' em Shout out to my Cardi B's in the streets Out here getting this shmoney Fuck them haters bitch you run it Body froze it snowin' make that money if you hoe'n Master P I don't got no limit, bout it bout, and I'm winning Fuck you hating ass niggas Cause you know you in your feelings MoneyatMidnight don't got no limit ShadesGang you know we winning [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her If I hit it two times then I like her If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her It ain't safe for the black or the white girls It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say? Money dance turn this shit into a nightclub
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Bentley Coupe 01:40
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[Verse 1] Hold up, let's get this shit straight MoneyatMidnight, bitch I'm clowning on the first day First day, sitting at home watching TV Now I switched up and I'm kickin' shit with JAY-Z Maybe, maybe, I can get here one day Goals in my head, Imma wake up in a i8 Just had a dream I popped the trunk on my Porsche man Finesse your bitch like a motherfucking mail man Come and ask me how I'm doing I'm doing well man! Get me some money Imma book a flight to Amsterdam Damn, out here tryna fuck up a check Tryna live life out here no stress But a nigga act a fool, Imma hit 'em with the tool! Maybe not the choppa but it's hot like sriracha! Nigga might come equipped with a baseball bat Hit you like I hit a home run, TAKE THAT! Up here got MAM counting fat stacks Take 10 bands then I flip it that's 100 racks MAM & DD, shittin' on the track Workin' hard, looking for the money think I broke my back Out here racing, contemplating, tryna get that Out here using this music tryna get some cash Too much sauce, dive in and splash BeatKing, hol' up, throw that shit back [Verse 2] Diamonds on water, my flow it go harder The beat go retarded, this shit has departed My bitches be mala, get flipped like fritata Lil' bitch I'm retarded, I'm boss like I'm author Nigga I'm the author, out here tryna copy That ain't fucking funny, playing with my money! Sweet like hello honey, Energizer Bunny Where the fucking money!? Niggas thought it was funny when he started telling jokes But it wasn't funny with my hands around his throat Face down, on the ground, don't make a sound But my headphones they got surround sound I'm 'bout to check out..., MONEYATMIDNIGHT BITCH!
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2 B REAL (feat. Cheryl Lynn) 05:07
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[Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] Hey, here I go here I go with my flow again Me and my friends outside we just trying to in I text my peoples I'm ok, while I go out and party But first I wanna know what you thank [Chorus: Cheryl Lynn & MoneyatMidnight] What you think ah! (what you really really think about this) What you feel now (how does this really make you feel) What you know ah! (what you know, a what what you know) To be real! Just wanna know if it's real or it's fake Just came just to party, I'm not here to debate What you think now (I think I love you baby) What you feel now (I think I need you baby) What you know ah, awww ah, to be real! (We keep everything real over here We only got time for the love, not fear) [Bridge: Cheryl Lynn] Oooh..., your love is for real now You know that your love is my love My love is your love, our love is here to stay [Chorus: Cheryl Lynn & MoneyatMidnight] What you think ah (What you really really think about this right here?) (I think I love you baby) What you feel now (I said how's it make you feel, how's it make you feel?) (I think I need you baby) What you know... (Do you really wanna know what it's like?) To be real! (Keep everything real, it's 100 You gotta be real, that's the only deal) [Bridge: Cheryl Lynn] Oooh..., your love's for real now You know that your love is my love And my love is your love, our love is here to stay Yeah yeah yeah uh! [Chorus: Cheryl Lynn & MoneyatMidnight] What you think ah! (Come on baby just tell me what's on your mind) (I think I love you baby) What you feel now (I still wanna know how's it make you feel) (I think I need you) What you know ah! Oooh ah (Do you really wanna know what it's like?) To be real! (Keep it real, everything is 100 You gotta be real, that's the only deal) [Chorus: Cheryl Lynn] What you think ah! (I think I love you) What you feel now (I feel I need you) What you know ah! To be real! It's got to be real, To be real! It's got to be real, To be real! Aaah yeah [Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] Hey, hey, hey I'm taking it back with the old school flow I came to party and have fun, left the drama door Woah, I ain't seen you in a long time So how you doing? What's up? Tell me what's on you mind Over here, everything's all good in the ghetto Feel like Fetty Wap, I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" I heard you got a raise so let's all celebrate Have a good time for the rest of our lives And I might be looking for somebody to go home with Take them out show them off I'm not showing off no... woah That was a close one, let's toast 2, 3, 4, or more Come y'all let's create a high score And if we can't drive home that's what Uber is for Pretty latins in my face like "Hola, senor" I'm not thinking about my problems I'm just steady chasing dollars I'm just tryna pull these dreams out of my head And make them become my reality instead Can't be scared through my whole life Of what other people think, and what they gotta say Keep moving, while we out here booty scootin' It didn't twerk, but we got some freaks so I guess it'll work You gotta make the best with the hand you got You gotta make it the best you only got shot Who knows, that one shot just might work You kicked back, relaxed, cause you don't have to go to work You can sleep on me cause that's okay But when I blow don't you dare be coming in face My space is personal, you're becoming an invader Dress in black and gray just like a raider Paper, I got to stack it up Got to be real, my family got some bills And I wanna help em out, so they don't have to stress It'll get better, I'll clean up the mess Lift the burden help them get some rest The only thing that I'll be feeling on is chicken breast Hey, that last line was just for laughs I wanna be real I just wanna stack the mils I know that you can hear the horns I've been triumphant since the day I was born Tried to take me out but the devil is a lie Treat the devil just like Felicia (bye) No I can't let nobody stop me Eveybody imitate the some carbon copies Look I'm just a young'n from the 615 Out here chasing dreams tryna keep them alive Got things to do got places to see But you gotta keep it real if you wanna be in here with me [Chorus: Cheryl Lynn] What you think ah! What you feel now? What you know ah! To be real! It's got to be real, To be real! It's got to be real, To be real! Aaah yeah, ...to be real! Got to be real, It's got to be real (...to be real) Got to be real, It's got to be real (...to be real) Got to be real, It's got to be real (...to be real) Got to be real, It's got to be real (...to be real) Ah real real real To be real Real real...
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For The D Challenge 02:05
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[Intro] Somebody call Judge Judy uh Somebody gone have to sue me I said I found the dick juvie, uh And it made me go owee owee, uh! [Verse 1] Fuck what they think 'bout that dick! GTA style, go rob a bank for that dick! Slap Donald Trump and his mama Dick so good, done think I fucked around and got Alzheimer's I'll be Billy maze for that dick I'll go through a maze for that dick I'll rant and rave, no food today 'Cause I done already ate some of that dick Now gone break it off! Dick so good, I still feel it when I walk! For that dick, Imma stab yo ass with some chalk! Catch a case, fuck a beat, but can beat this up anyway I did it all for the dick today! I'll get shot in the face sprayed with some mace Get my ass beat all over the place And that's just for the dick, damn! Young nigga straight on some freaky shit! [Verse 2] I'll do a whole back bend for that dick! Boomerang like orangutan for that dick! I'll go to the church praise the lord run and shout..., And then..., pass out for that dick! I'll help build a habitat for that dick! Told the DJ bring it back for the dick! Had to take that nigga to the back while I broke mine Swing that dick left to right, call that shit drumline! A-RAT-A-TAT-TAT for that bat! Fucked around and got a face tat head-ahh! Dick so good, bought that nigga a new whip Some new kicks, all that and a bag of chips! Steal the baby pop-tarts for that dick! Butt-naked in Wal-Mart for that dick! I done got stuck on that dick... Fallen and I can't get up, and you know, that's off that dick... [Verse 3] Lean with it rock wit it for that dick! Just might pickpocket for that dick! Just might jump out of a plane Land on a train, in Texas For that dick, I'll buy you diamonds and Rolexs I'll creep thru window..., hide and seek Look for it like where that dick go? Gotta do it easy and slow, for the dick I tiptoe Don't blow indo, but I..., well you know No soul, leave a nigga with no clothes Have a young nigga talkin' shit And that's just for the dick! You know... That's just for the dick, huh!
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50 Keys 02:14
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[Intro] Ayy man, you already know what's goin' on... Shoutout to Hoodrich Pablo Juan Fuckin, you already know I'm coming for that paper..., All 50, 100, whatever the hell it is I want it in my pocket today Right now, pronto nigga let's go! [Hook] Pay me pal thru the Pal Pay Where the money? I don't care what yo mama say! I need it like hurry up ándele! I just got 500k all today! Play with the keys like I'm Stevie, Ray It ain't a kiss, but it sure is a K! People tune in in all different places I got 50 100 blue faces! [Verse 1] Got 50 keys, and I ain't talkin' 'bout pianos I got the keys to the streets and the bando And to all success! Like superman I got the S on my chest I'm wildin' out like Lamar Odom It rhyme with s, but you ain't gotta show it If you got them pints, go ahead and pour 'em Ain't gone sip nigga, you's a motherfuckin' trip! Gone flip them profits like a pancake! Nosey niggas like "How much you make?" Imma keep what I got in my briefcase Like it was Deal Or No Deal! Ain't signing unless you got a couple mil'! Turn around, y'all might think I'm stuck up Y'all see me like, "What the fuck?" When a nigga pull up in a Brinks truck, damn! [Hook] Pay me pal thru the Pal Pay Where the money? I don't care what yo mama say! I need it like hurry up ándele! I just got 500k all today! Play with the keys like I'm Stevie, Ray It ain't a kiss, but it sure is a K! People tune in in all different places I got 50 100 blue faces! [Verse 2] 50 keys, and they jump up and down just like jumping jacks Think a nigga might need to work out..., Work it out with the Lord, 'cause I know you need some help! Tryna upper my wealth, but I gotta keep my health good And you gotta be careful when you off that wood 'Cause niggas can, quick to take advantage And hop of in the Vantage Leave you split in the middle like a sandwich Damn, sometimes..., I just gotta shake my head! Niggas try to finesse and end up dead! Some niggas think they get away But then they get they ass beat the next day, damn! All in the street all on Worldstar! [Hook] Pay me pal thru the Pal Pay Where the money? I don't care what yo mama say! I need it like hurry up ándele! I just got 500k all today! Play with the keys like I'm Stevie, Ray It ain't a kiss, but it sure is a K! People tune in in all different places I got 50 100 blue faces!
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Where U At? (feat. Ugly God) 02:00
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[Intro] (*laughs*) You better get yo' shit together my nigga! [Hook: Ugly God] Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches [Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] Where you at if you juggin' and finessin'? Where you at if you Bushemi and Giuseppe steppin'? Where you at if you got the cash? Keep playing yea that’s your ass! If you got the cash, then hit me up! Don’t ask just give it to me! Cash money want it in my hand All you got to do is understand Bitch, I want the cash right now! Don’t give me no check 'cause that shit gone bounce Nigga I know you, that happened last time..., And you still owe me $20! Talkin' 'bout you switched bank accounts Nigga I knows you's a damn lie! I need that big body bankroll, that dinero, them pesos Whoo! [Hook: Ugly God] Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches Bitch, I got Bitches [Verse 2: MoneyatMidnight] Bitch I'm tryna commit suicide..., Bet NOW I got your attention! Over here yea I'm tryna swim But with these diamonds, yeah I'm just-a dying Swim swim, nigga drown drown! Look at my neck that’s 13 pounds Like Jay-Z, I got the slave chain Get me some money, get the same thing 12 chains and a pinky ring! All these chains I got arthritis! Loud pack, I got bronchitis! I got the touch like it was Midas! Diamonds shinin', diamonds blindin'! So bright you can’t tell the time and..., Look at me, now you epileptic! All just from looking at my necklace!
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4 The DJ's 01:38
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[Intro] Yea check it [Verse 1] Give me the microphone, I'll shut the place down! If the bag right, you got a show, coming to your town! And I'm coming down! I be rolling in something foreign I upgraded to YSL, with a little touch of Ralph Lauren Yo' nigga don't make no moves, man he corny and he boring! Hop in the grand touring, baby let's go see the world! See the stars in the ceiling, get some real diamonds and ice! They even shine in the night! Diamonds real bright like my future! Something I gotta get used too like Future I play with keys a Xbox! Watch me through your TV like a set top box Never flop, Never stop, Imma be on top Nigga don't believe me just watch! [Verse 2] I see myself upgraded from watches to timepieces Vacations, to a every other day type thing! I just bought a brand new thing that max out at 205 Add 3 zeros at the end, that's what I spent at Neiman Marcus Play with me you'll catch a bullet in your cranium Like I said, get some real diamonds not titanium! I know it, I see myself on j-tron rocking the stadium! Some of y'all soft like a baby's bum! Had to a 'lil something for the DJ's, yea Feel like 'yonce, better run it back when I play Do what I say, but my name is not Simon Rockstar like Alvin, Dave always hatin'..., [Outro] People love me in all different places Feel like Sosamann 'cause I know I was made for this! Take off like a space ship, but okay I'm done I hope y'all had fun, we almost through..., but No family, there's always a feud When I'm tryna get next to you, think everything cool But no its not..., Shoutout to the queen..., Black Reign, it will never stop
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We Don't Love 'Em (Remix) [feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Gucci Mane] 03:14
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[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Ooh, yeah MONY POWR RSPT, nigga It's a money set, you know what I'm saying? Everybody getting money, nigga Yeah, Pablo Juan [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad bitch and her ass fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that [Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] No we don't love em, no we don't love em We don't do cuffin', we just be fuckin' Tryna get the money, do the money dance Touchdown, hop off jet, in France 100s stuffed all in my pants I ball like I know I'm the man I'm already rich cause I know I can If you got no bands get off yo ass Goin' to light up I'll have to pass Ain't gone get me nowhere Unlike the Bentley, yea you know it's tinted Who cares right now if that shit is rented? If you wanna hop in, yea but I ain't got time for no hoes I gotta stick to the money code I might just make some money with some hoes Imma go splurge on clothes Boy you cheesy like macaroni (cheese, Velveeta) My uncle fishtailed no baloney I'm glad he alright tho I need diamonds that hit hard like they fight tho Shout big Gucci and Pablo Yea you know the money go where we go We don't love em, we don't even fuck em Do a show and go collect the money hoe Let's get it [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad bitch and her ass fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] If come ride it's tinted Don't test the water chilly My pinky a quarter ticket Had to grind smart to get it Limited 'sclusive edition They waitin' in line to get it Danny your time, I did it I didn't get a dime, a visit I been had the sauce, I'm drippin' 'Fore I had a pot to piss in My car just lost the ceiling My girl just lost her feeling Gucci getting richer than richy Bitches say Gucci saddity She just did her ass and her titties Well skeet on her face 'cause she pretty I tell her, go'n, like the road runner Might stash your phone number Hoe get the wrong number I'm stacking all winter I'm stuntin' all summer And I need a grown woman 'Cause I got grown money, Wop [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad bitch and her ass fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that
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Juggin Dat Pack (Remix) [feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo] 03:21
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[Pre-Hook A: MoneyatMidnight] Juggin' dat pack from Nash, down to Mexico (jugg) Nigga got a problem, Imma call up Pablo (brrp, brrp) Niggas light up, but they don't want no smoke (naw) Gotta get the money so you know what we doin' (you know what we doin') Passin' out shots like it was flu season (ooh) You always talkin' shit, I'm like nigga what you mean? (whaa?) My name is MAM, don't touch me or I'm suing! (nope) Jose, Pablo, tell 'em what we doin' (yeah) [Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Nigga jugging that pack, (what you gone do?) Yea, Jugging that pack (jugg, jugg) We jugging that pack (what you gone do?) Yeah, we jugging that pack, (everyday nigga we...) Yeah, we jugging that pack, (yea nigga!) Jugging that pack..., Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah Jugging that pack, yeah [Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] Juggin' that pack I feel like Makonnen Pull up right now, nigga you know that you owe me And I ain't playing 'bout the payment Sippin' lemonade when I walk in and I slay Made 20 last night spend 10 today Pay rolling in everything is ok Ordered a new jag, that bitch bad Got finessed a hoe, nigga you went out sad ...Ballin like hoop (hoop,) Pull up in the coupe and I shoot Juggin' that pack we all across the map Sprinter bus rollin, 30 what I'm totin' ...Thousands and thousands Keep on stackin it up, stack it up like a mountain Me, Jose, & Pablo, the money go where we go Juggin that pack on the low, hoe [Pre-Hook: MoneyatMidnight] Juggin' dat pack from Nash, down to Mexico (jugg) Nigga got a problem, Imma call up Pablo (brrp, brrp) Niggas light up, but they don't want no smoke (naw) Gotta get the money so you know what we doin' (you know what we doin') Passin' out shots like it was flu season (ooh) You always talkin' shit, I'm like nigga what you mean? (whaa?) My name is MAM, don't touch me or I'm suing! (nope) Jose, Pablo, tell 'em what we doin' (yeah) [Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Nigga jugging that pack, (what you gone do?) Yea, Jugging that pack (jugg, jugg) We jugging that pack (what you gone do?) Yeah, we jugging that pack, (everyday nigga we...) Yeah, we jugging that pack, (yea nigga!) Jugging that pack..., Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah Jugging that pack, yeah [Verse 2: Jose Guapo] Jugging that pack Don't call me unless you want 10 or better I'm tryna go ice out my bezel I want a foreign that come with three pedals I'ma Designer my shit, not the leather Birds of a feather, yeah, they flock together So I'm with my niggas forever And all of my niggas, we rich forever! I wanna pull up in 'Bachs And I wanna hop out the back You wanna pull up for the pack? You gotta pull up in the back Trap house doing jumping jacks Percocets make a nigga scratch Burglar bar door with the hatch Five niggas and ten straps [Pre-Hook B: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Riding in the lowkey with the tint Nigga cooking up dope, better open the vents Don't make money, then it don't make sense! Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent! 12 coming, we got a hole in the fence Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint Got dog food same color, thin mint, nigga [Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Nigga jugging that pack, (what you gone do?) Yea, Jugging that pack (jugg, jugg) We jugging that pack (what you gone do?) Yeah, we jugging that pack, (everyday nigga we...) Yeah, we jugging that pack, (yea nigga!) Jugging that pack..., Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah Jugging that pack, yeah

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