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Money Ain't A Thing Lyrics by French Montana French Montana , Lil Durk
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I done seen a killer homie died from the hammer, he ain't do nothin'
Only time he get on the air is when the news come
The VVS's slap ya truck with GPS's
What's the next move? Keep 'em guessin'
They askin' who the real, who finessin'
Who's the owner, who's on the guest list
Who never touched a gram on the 'Gram flexin'
I rep the South Bronx, yeah, the essence
TEC with the air holes for protection
Yeah, we runnin' wild, from the Ps in the wild in the east
Certified, I'm a beast, my God, haan
You can ask Durk, Chi-Raq, L's up, from the dirt
If a nigga ain't fuck with me, buck fifty for the hearse
Watch a nigga duck, see me, buck fifty right in front the church
If a nigga up with me, stuck with me, better or the worse
Racks super-sized chain scuba dive
Gold with the Glizzy, a veneer, suit and ties
Still crucified be with juveniles
Forget the whole P, break it down, two for five
I done seen killers kill niggas and told on the gang when the law come
And I done seen niggas get caught with the load, wasn't theirs, they ain't told none
That's a real one ayy, but a victim still
Yeah, plug in the socket is how I hit the hill
'Cause the wallet in my pocket is how I fit the bill
Touch ten, touch twenty, now hundred mil'
Still balance with the field
I done seen a killer homie died from the hammer, he ain't do nothin'
Only time he get on the air is when the news come
I done see a killer kill niggas and told when the law come
French-Durk got your dawg done
In that Bugatti, Double-R or that Mulsanne
With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thing
Hold it down for my dawg Max locked in the bing
When you hit the brick, new whips, money ain't a thing
Y'all don't want no sauce with us
All across the board, we done waved them up
Them Coke Wave Boys from the ground and up
Straight out the bottom, young bosses up
Got Nine another lawyer like money ain't a thing
I done heard the rumors around, they sayin' that money made me change
Been on papers two, three times, so I can't catch another case
Young nigga steppin' up like you know I'm underage
They gon' stick with you
When I was broke, I got my game from a rich nigga
When you was broke, they'll talk about you, I don't get niggas
The ones I love, they counted me out, that's why I don't hit niggas
The one that snaked me called my phone, it was the twitch nigga
I be with murderers, robbers, and burglars
Shorty steady traveling with that work, we a conservative
Man, I know some shorties that'll stay outside ya momma crib
They don't give a fuck, they serve bags in front Obama crib
I know niggas richer than these rappers driving Bonnevilles
A lot of niggas cappin' in they raps, we off a lot of pills
When I take a Perc' on an empty stomach, it make me vomit still
Thinkin' 'bout my cousin getting murked, it make me vomit still
We made sure niggas know how the chopper feel
They was gettin' shot for real if they was on the block for real
Put another fifty in my mouth but ain't want veneers
I'ma claim Lamron forever, you know what it is
I done seen a killer homie died from the hammer, he ain't do nothin'
Only time he get on the air is when the news come
I done see a killer kill niggas and told when the law come
French-Durk got your dawg done
In that Bugatti, Double-R or that Mulsanne
With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thing
Hold it down for my dawg Max locked in the bing
When you hit the brick, new whips, money ain't a thing
Y'all don't want no sauce with us
All across the board, we done waved them up
Them Coke Wave Boys from the ground and up
Straight out the bottom, young bosses up
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