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All About Money Video (MV)




Performed By: Flamed Wok
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Cezar Poiata




Flamed Wok - All About Money Lyrics
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It's all about money
Pow-pow-pow
It's all about money, they make it about hoes
Grah-grah, like
Free Shotta!
It's all about money, they make it about hoes
Movin' funny? Show me how it goes
Like, like, I wanna know
If you know, then you know how I get on the road
First gear, second, fourth
Bend through the 5th, 6, I was bored
Ek, you blocked me, but we know you told
It's all about money, they make it about
It's all about money, they make it about bitches
Like, get on my block and show me how you different
Matter of fact, show me how you livin'
Being broke ain't funny, go break up the system
In the field, I got good intuition (Ahh)
With this G2C in position
He seen the light, it was no tunnel vision
It's all about money, they make it about
Bitches
Why they all on my dick?
That's the reason I'm movin' oppy every trip
Word to bro, if you movin' sloppy, you get hit
Do the most, I won't stop, I ain't stopping for shit
Damn, gotta clean all this shit
And it's everything flamed, got me burning my drip
Grand Theft Auto, I'm changin' my fit
I'ma get a new cut, and then get a new bitch
Damn, we just uppin' the score
See 'em tryna do something, they gotta do more
This bitch tough, she a lil' soft
When her energy changing, I wanna see both
New opp, he losin' his bros
Oh, he fast on his feet, but he losin' his toes
On the hill, where the f*ck do I go?
I get mad every time I be losin' they lo's
I thought that we hit him, the way he hit the floor
He's bout to get with us if he talkin' on bro
Yeah, I hope that the judge free all of my glo's
Like HoodStarDotty a bitch and he know
Keep dissin' my guys when he ain't make a show
And Bebo2Tact gotta find a new flow
He cap in his raps when Jay ain't make it home
And Ray Sook he died cause he ain't have a pole
I think that it's time that we show how it go
Y'all keep sittin' on bench, go get back for bro
I think y'all got problems for lacking at stores
Y'all ain't learn a lesson, this shit ain't a joke
The 6 some kids and them niggas is popped
If you look at them flicks, them niggas sharing clothes
The 6 some kids and them niggas is popped
If you look at them flicks, them niggas sharing clothes
It's all about money, they make it about hoes
Movin' funny? Show me how it goes
Like, like, I wanna know
If you know, then you know how I get on the road
First gear, second, fourth
Bend through the 5th, 6, I was bored
Ek, you blocked me, but we know you told
It's all about money, they make it about
It's all about money, they make it about bitches
Like, get on my block and show me how you different
Matter of fact, show me how you livin'
Being broke ain't funny, go break up the system
In the field, I got good intuition (Ahh)
With this G2C in position
He seen the light, it was no tunnel vision
It's all about money, they make it about
Bitches
Grah, on my dick
Every trip
On bro
Grah, grah
Ahh, ahh
Free Shotta!
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English

It's all about money
Pow-pow-pow
It's all about money, they make it about hoes
Grah-grah, like
Free Shotta!
It's all about money, they make it about hoes
Movin' funny? Show me how it goes
Like, like, I wanna know
If you know, then you know how I get on the road
First gear, second, fourth
Bend through the 5th, 6, I was bored
Ek, you blocked me, but we know you told
It's all about money, they make it about
It's all about money, they make it about bitches
Like, get on my block and show me how you different
Matter of fact, show me how you livin'
Being broke ain't funny, go break up the system
In the field, I got good intuition (Ahh)
With this G2C in position
He seen the light, it was no tunnel vision
It's all about money, they make it about
Bitches
Why they all on my dick?
That's the reason I'm movin' oppy every trip
Word to bro, if you movin' sloppy, you get hit
Do the most, I won't stop, I ain't stopping for shit
Damn, gotta clean all this shit
And it's everything flamed, got me burning my drip
Grand Theft Auto, I'm changin' my fit
I'ma get a new cut, and then get a new bitch
Damn, we just uppin' the score
See 'em tryna do something, they gotta do more
This bitch tough, she a lil' soft
When her energy changing, I wanna see both
New opp, he losin' his bros
Oh, he fast on his feet, but he losin' his toes
On the hill, where the f*ck do I go?
I get mad every time I be losin' they lo's
I thought that we hit him, the way he hit the floor
He's bout to get with us if he talkin' on bro
Yeah, I hope that the judge free all of my glo's
Like HoodStarDotty a bitch and he know
Keep dissin' my guys when he ain't make a show
And Bebo2Tact gotta find a new flow
He cap in his raps when Jay ain't make it home
And Ray Sook he died cause he ain't have a pole
I think that it's time that we show how it go
Y'all keep sittin' on bench, go get back for bro
I think y'all got problems for lacking at stores
Y'all ain't learn a lesson, this shit ain't a joke
The 6 some kids and them niggas is popped
If you look at them flicks, them niggas sharing clothes
The 6 some kids and them niggas is popped
If you look at them flicks, them niggas sharing clothes
It's all about money, they make it about hoes
Movin' funny? Show me how it goes
Like, like, I wanna know
If you know, then you know how I get on the road
First gear, second, fourth
Bend through the 5th, 6, I was bored
Ek, you blocked me, but we know you told
It's all about money, they make it about
It's all about money, they make it about bitches
Like, get on my block and show me how you different
Matter of fact, show me how you livin'
Being broke ain't funny, go break up the system
In the field, I got good intuition (Ahh)
With this G2C in position
He seen the light, it was no tunnel vision
It's all about money, they make it about
Bitches
Grah, on my dick
Every trip
On bro
Grah, grah
Ahh, ahh
Free Shotta!
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Writer: Cezar Poiata
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