MONEY LONG

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Mac Critter & Li Rye - Rap, USA

MONEY LONG

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[Intro: Mac Critter] Yeah Let me see a light, I got Snow in this ho with me, y'all know what's goin' on (Oh, that's Mj) [Chorus: Mac Critter] Clarity, VVS stones Teller got cameras like drones I sent the ho a flight home Snappin' pictures wrong Crook move, hittin' his dome Slimin' shit back to open, yeah, it's on I came from nothin', now my money long My money long My money long My money long My money long [Verse 1: Mac Critter] You never seen fifty racks off a cone Wish you could take that shit back, but you wrong Niggas got snake in they bones Niggas got snake in they eyes Hope to see you get caught in a lie Fifty racks in the Airbnb, seven vibes Thеse bitches suck the dick 'til thеy tired They come from different angles when you right Nigga not havin' money, ain't stoppin' my strive I used to walk with the chop my side Trollin' 'cause I buried most dead guys Chrome Hearts, Off-White, Prada my eyes I can see through you niggas Peepin' and readin' niggas You playin' checkers, shit chess You playin' Russian roulette Tatted that 7 three times on my neck I spinned through your hood, you ain't spin yet Good-ass rappers, these niggas no threat These niggas runnin' and duckin' that wreck Anywhere, all chains on my neck Play with my nigga, I know they regret Play with my nigga, I know they regret it Go to his mama house, send a message [Chorus: Mac Critter] Clarity, VVS stones Teller got cameras like drones I sent the ho a flight home Snappin' pictures wrong Crook move, hittin' his dome Slimin' shit back to open, yeah, it's on I came from nothin', now my money long My money long My money long My money long My money long [Verse 2: Li Rye] Money long, these niggas know they can't fuck with me I keep my strap in my lap, where it 'posed to be Curve a bitch quick like I'm Professor Oglevee Nut in her eyes for the times she ain't notice me (Oh) I had switches in my mama addy, made Glocks automatic, go down when we see you (Oh) We smush your brain like a patty, 'member sleepin' on pallets, you wasn't there when I need you (Oh) They know I up it the fast, I be so quick to blast, I sent them ICU (Oh) Choke on that dick 'til she gag, I like when she nasty, that lil' ho so see-through (Oh) We want all smoke, we the niggas lettin' them choppers go Can't find you, pop at your bro Steppin' on shit, that's for sure, uh We got the most hats in the city, niggas ain't fuckin' with us 1017, 26, know we can't be touched So many choppers on us up in this tour bus Rrah, let the fifty bust, uh [Chorus: Mac Critter] Clarity, VVS stones Teller got cameras like drones I sent the ho a flight home Snappin' pictures wrong Crook move, hittin' his dome Slimin' shit back to open, yeah, it's on I came from nothin', now my money long My money long My money long My money long My money long

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