- 21 Savage Money Convo 歌詞
- 21 Savage
- Peon ass niggas
Levis and Adidas ass niggas
High point having ass niggas
I got a Glock and it dont jam, I blast niggas
You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga
Im the type to pass her to the team, nigga
You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga?
Now she fuckin me, I know you wanna kill her
And I sold dope on my 10 toes
We aint fallin out over freak hoes
21 Savage still in savage mode
I thought I told you Im a savage on these hoes
Maybach with the curtains up
Im with Nudy, he gon burn you up
Fake gangbangin, nigga turned into a snitch
Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch
Pull up
We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas
Hol up
We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash
Hol up
Wanna fuck me, Im like yas, yas, yas
Hol up
VVS drippin, dance, dance, dance
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Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and Im still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin meat, gumbo
Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga
Ridin round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga
Oh you drinkin green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga
Only fuckthe bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
Niggas 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 asshole
Ive been gettin so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta, you aint ever shot nobody
I dont wanna hear them stories bout them fake bodies
Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti
Nigga get whacked, thinkin they hard cause they on molly
Im the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out
You a dick jumpin faggot, you a mascot
You beat your bitch cause she walk round with her ass out
They wanna rob me cause I walk round with that bag out
Drinkin syrup, lil bitch, Im finna pass out
Never slippin, Glock 40 with a red dot
Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about
You aint talkin bout no money, what ya talkin bout?
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Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and Im still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin meat, gumbo
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
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