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MoneyMarr
MoneyMarr
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MoneyMarr
MoneyMarr
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Warhol.SS
Warhol.SS
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Yeah, dead, swerve, swerve)
I hit the bank, cash out (Cash out)
Beat on that hoe, when she poking that ass out
Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out
Put the foreign in reverse and I back out
Big racks, act out
Deuce in the Faygo I'm about to pass out
ATM 'round here so, I gotta max out
Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse
[Verse 2]
It's too much gas in the air
Sippin' on Wock, ain't no box, I can't breathe, uh
**** reach for my chain, I dare
I whip out the Glock, hit his heart, make him bleed
Got these ****, they mad 'cause I get to the cheese
Now they all in my face 'cause I got to the green
Every day lookin' cozy, them racks in my jeans
In the trap with the pack got my Glock on my spleen
[Verse 3]
I see too many **** tryna be on the team
If you play with it, burn that **** whip again
Got a Glock on the seat, hoppin' out in Supreme
Mix up the Balmain with the Rick Own jeans, yeah
I'm hot I need a fan
These **** be hatin' but I know they fans
When I'm steppin' in Prada, don't fuck with the Vans
The thirty clip on me, ain't usin' no hands
[Verse 4]
Uh, Choppers, Dracos, pipes
I'ma walk down, caught an opp at the light
Step in Dolce Gabbana, my drop looking right
In the trap with them cutters, ain't totin' no knife
Everybody keep saying, Marr what you gonna do
I can't fuck with these ****, these **** be fools
And I got a bad bitch who can't fuck 'cause she's rude
Put that bitch in Chanel, she got stuck like some glue
[Verse 5]
(Yuh) It's up, burning more gas than a pump
If he come down that one way, that boy out of luck
I ain't keeping out hoe, I just came here to bust
Yeah-yeah, if I'ma shoot, I aim, don't pop in the air
Just fucked up them ones, had to go buy a new pair
If you ain't checking, you wonder why you here
Beat on a hoe with a hoe, come see that
[Verse 6]
**** beat down your block got you screamin' out wonder
And your bitch wanna fuck with the kid, she a gunner
Got a big AR and that bitch get to drummin'
I just walked out the bank, countin' twenties and hundreds
Ran off on the plug now they call me a runner
I'ma flex on the opps, they gon' call me a stunner
And my trap get to jumpin', they call me the pumper
I'm in here with the fifth, bullets him 'em, they thumping (Ooh, let's do it)
[Verse 7]
I hit the bank, cash out
Beat on that hoe, when she poking that ass out
Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out
Put the foreign in reverse and I back out
Yeah, big racks act out
Deuce in the Faygo I'm about to pass out
ATM 'round here so I gotta max out
Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse
Written by: MoneyMarr
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