M O N E Y

This green got me trippin

Yeah, this green got me high

Man, I do anything for that M O N E Y

If I gotta use a strap

Put the city on my back

Man, I’d lay down your life for that M O N E Y

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And it don’t really matter

’Cause I like my pockets fatter

Stackin’ all the way to Saturn

To the top, you need a ladder

I just like to buy and buy

Need that M O N E Y

I just like to buy and buy

Need that M O N E Y

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Got the bands in my hands

Spend some bands on a watch

100K on my neck

Spent a house up on a car

Got the money in my pocket

Yeah, you know I am a star

Got the money in my pocket

Yeah, you know I am a star

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Red whiiiip

Red house, all brick

Huffin’ and puffin’

Ain’t gon’ do shit

Gon’ get to the top real quick

Houston ain’t no problem

On the moon, we sit

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Check this

We be trappin’ out the whip

Catch you in the corner

And the Uzi you get

Big clip

Got the mag on a roll

Finger on the trigger

And your bitch on the pole

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Let’s gooooo, let’s get it

I be Nipsey hustlin’, makin’ all these millions

Life on the line, so the fam gon’ get it

Fully armored truck, if you shoot, yeah, missin’

I be comin’ back real quick and real sweet

Aimin’ at your head, bullets take you off your feet

Leave your body bleedin’ on the fuckin’ street

My whip go vroom, vroom, vroom—skreeetch

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Let’s go, let’s get it

1 stack, 2 stack, 3 stack—millions

Buy a brick, cut a brick, sell a brick—billions

Rollie on the wrist, that’s an ice-cold feelin’

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This is how it is

Yeah, this is how we do

You be takin’ L’s

I be gettin’ W’s

Call me DJ Khaled

’Cause win is all I do

If you try to step up

I’ma shoot, shoot, shoot

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Let’s go, let’s get it

You be lookin’ for a hero

I be hittin’ like a villain

Homies on the block

Got them homies on a buildin’

They be strapped up

From head to toe

When they come around, man

You better fuckin’ hope

They don’t lose it

Or they’ll use it

If they don’t, I’ll do it

Aim a bullet at your chest

And it’ll go right through it

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I’m a psycho

Mama, save my soul

Been prayin’ to the Lord

But I can’t no more

I’m a psycho

Mama, save my soul

Been prayin’ to the Lord

But I can’t no more

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Got the bitch in the back

And the money in the front

In my hand, I got a gat

On my lip, I got a blunt

I’m the type of homie

That don’t give a fuck

You the type of homie

Wear Gucci as a front

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You know I don’t stunt

I don’t play games

No necklace on my neck

’Cause I ain’t stayin’ chained

If you Batman or you Bane

It’s all the fuckin’ same

One bullet in the chamber

Destination is your brain

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I’m a psycho

Did you not know that?

All black Forces

With the hat to match

At your front door

With a tank of gas

Yellin’,

“Only a psycho would light a match.”