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Money Twërk Lyrics by Yeat Yeat
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, get bread like Lil' Boosie
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah-yeah, yeah, ayy-yeah
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hunnids on me every day, I got blueys
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat
Hunnids and fifties, we addin' up sixties
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc'
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work
They ask me, 'What do them racks do?'
I told them
Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk
Just left the Earth, she go berserk
My money twerk, my money turn up
My money flip, my money burn up
I got two phones, one to scam, one to burn on
Hellcat do the turn around then do the donut
Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk
Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top
How I make two hunnid bands off a laptop?
Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded
Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody
You not my bitch or my cuddy
Yeah, Balenciaga, Margeli'
Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly
Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly
Please, don't make me go shh like Melly
I been in LA, I been in Elly
Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly
Everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly
I was broke, broke, now I made a milli'
I was livin' locked up, makin' money, goin' silly
Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it
Balenciaga my sweat suit
I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit
Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo
Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou
She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky
This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her Fushigi
I told my fiends I might haircut my beanie
I don't wish for shit in this life, fuck a genie, yeah
First, I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones
Second, I pour up some Wock' so I feel some
Then, I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more
And then take me an X, so I feel some more
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hunnids on me every day, I got blueys
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat
Hunnids and fifties, we addin' up sixties
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc'
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work
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