Money Clip

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kuniva] I'm tryna stack some money to burn I'm sitting back, smoking cubans watching these [?] like I'm David Stern The land of the lost, rappers get tossed Face first in the trap While I'm living lavish [?] Front row at the pallace I get my piece regardlous As long as I can raise my hand and [?] my target [?] eastern market Fly as I wanna be, [?] disorderly Aving my pistol at niggas faces like [?] [?] [?] could be connected to the ass you gotta kiss tomorrow Feeling the [?] from my niggas gone Knowning Imma see them again, I invision them sitting on a throne Family first, fuck with them, that'll be worse Than a person with a hemroid getting cavodies [?] Homie this ain't the 80's, so we ain't throwing fisticuffs Guns [?] need two people to lift them up [?] cause rainy days are coming I ain't tryna feel a drop of it, cause everyday is sunny Fuck being [?], I'm chilling with honeys, pearsed tummys [?] playboy mansion [?] Funny how time flys [?] drive byes [?] with a gun on my lap, fuck the wise guys Feeling yourself like Scarface acting hard [?] Appear behind you like [?] Right off the balcany [?] Give them the world premear of [?] let the credits role Working the night shift, [?] comador Going harder than a final four player tryna score So don't get caried away, [?] bitch while you sit and staring at [?] Handle hoes like a set of plyers, [?] [?] off in your mouth like Mariah And I don't rock out with my cock out, that's funny shit I rap with my strap out I got a lot on my money clip [?] muddy whips [?] get you and your homie hit [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9] [?] trigger finger Iron palm, any finger I am on I'm [?] You a killer, I aplod Clapping 'cause I am more I'm the shit when rapping, you [?] [?] [?] trigger finger [?] that I am on [?] I am raw, 80 K, test me and see [?] Ride on your wildest boy 'Cause he make a lotta noise And he got your back, but I got [?] Take a fork and make like [?] [?] I'm sharper than sharks' teath All perpous artist My hands is cold [?] cross me I'm hanging on the cross, drinking coffee Sleeping [?] [?] traffic zone Don't [?] me And any information on ya, I'ma be [?] My money something else, I [?] [?] I breathe [?] feel me? [?] I'm busy like the lead singer of D Twizzy And I don't rock out with my cock out, that's homo shit Homie I'm throwing bullits on some Tony Romo shit Drunk as a saylor off Patrone [?] [?] talk to the tone