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Artiste : BossMan DLow
Titre : Bout My Money
(Ayo, Saint)
(Damn, Cheme, how you do that?)

I know one thing, I´m ´bout my money (Yeah)

Jump out at the corner store, left the Wraith runnin´ (Yoom)
Candy-green Culli´ look like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
Left wrist got points like I play basketball (Bling)
Bad bitches love me, I can´t get ´em off me (I can´t get ´em off me)
Breath probably stink, all this dog shit talkin´ (Rrr)
Boy, you think this a game? You ain´t on my level (Boy)
Dunk on a nigga ass like I´m Anthony Edwards (Yeah)

Fell in love with drugs, I´m locked in with the plug (Brrt)

Louis bag stuffed, 250K in dubs, huh
Shit-poppin´ committee, they know how we comin´, huh (Yeah)
Boy, I feel like Plies, I got plenty money (Money)
I´m a dog-ass nigga, I love gettin´ chicken (Chicken)
Spent that boy life savings at designer district (Yeah)
I got all kind of drip, I mix Gucci with Marni (Yeah)
Me and Quanny make you run it up faster than Sha´Carri (Richardson)
I´m iced up, yup (Yup), they like us? Nope (Nope)
I´m young and turnt, boy (Boy), I ain´t goin´ broke (Pussy)
Neck a whole brick, this shit on the floor (Yeah)
She like, "Oh shit, I never seen a Ghost" (Yeah)

I know one thing, I´m ´bout my money (Yeah)
Jump out at the corner store, left the Wraith runnin´ (Yoom)
Candy-green Culli´ look like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
Left wrist got points like I play basketball (Bling)
Bad bitches love me, I can´t get ´em off me (I can´t get ´em off me)
Breath probably stink, all this dog shit talkin´ (Rrr)
Boy, you think this a game? You ain´t on my level (Boy)
Dunk on a nigga ass like I´m Anthony Edwards (Yeah)

I know one thing, I´m ´bout my money (Yeah)
Jump out at the jewelry store, I´m ´bout to spend some hundreds (Frrt)
Foreigns back to back, ´bout my skrilla like I´m Yak, huh
Sosa get them racks, 500K in my lap (Yeah)
Goin´ broke, nope (Nope), I give the trenches hope (Hope)
You know I´m a GOAT, pulled up in that fuckin´ Ghost (In that fuckin´ Ghost)
I´m gettin´ money, yes (Yes), I´m all about that check (Check)
And I hope that vest you bought got a turtleneck (Pussy)
I feel like Birdman, I´m number-one stunna (Number-one stunna)
All my chains bussin´ (All my chains bussin´), this shit ain´t nothin´, huh (This shit ain´t nothin´)

Left the Wraith runnin´, my young niggas straight gunnin´ (Straight gunnin´)
Uh, uh, my young niggas straight gunnin´
And I ain´t come to play, Maybach cost 300K (300K)
I hear ´em sayin´ I went broke, it ain´t no fuckin´ way, huh (Ain´t no fuckin´ way)
Get straight to that guap, my pockets filled up with knots (Filled up with guap)
He tryna run from the chop, frrt, that bitch hit his top (Frrt)
I went from rags to riches, foreign cars, racks, and bitches, huh
I´m really havin´ chicken, rubber-band stacker, nigga
Huh, huh
I´m really havin´ chicken, rubber band stackin´, nigga (Beep)

I know one thing, I´m ´bout my money (Yeah)
Jump out at the corner store, left the Wraith runnin´ (Yoom)
Candy-green Culli´ look like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
Left wrist got points like I play basketball (Bling)
Bad bitches love me, I can´t get ´em off me (I can´t get ´em off me)
Breath probably stink, all this dog shit talkin´ (Rrr)
Boy, you think this a game? You ain´t on my level (Boy)
Dunk on a nigga ass like I´m Anthony Edwards (Yeah)