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Kureya - DRUG_MONEY! Lyrics



Kureya - DRUG_MONEY! Lyrics
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I got that drug money, I got that drug money
I got that drug money, I got that drug
I got drug money, but she love money You can't get none of it
Come f*ck me in the Cullinan, she gon' hop up on me
Slut money, I got slut money, you gon' love up on it
Love money, if you love money, you gon' touch my body
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
Say hello to my pistol, cause you finna be his bitch
Yeah, she miss his dick, she be reminiscin' it
Yeah, we carry sticks, and we aim them at your bitch
Send me his addy, you know we not missin' him
Yeah, we not missin' shit, pour the Sprite up in the Tris
See the Jakes, we whippin it, see your boy. we stickin him
Yeah, it's a stick-up, put all your valuables right on the ground
And I know you sick of all the bullets we put in your house
And I roll your bitch up, and you know I be smokin' every ounce
And it's not only her, we puttin' your whole family on the ground
Putting them all in the ground, leaving them dead for good
Pull up lil boy, I bring a pistol in, then I go run through his hood
I know you hatin' me, cause he wanna be me, he wish that he could
I can f*ck that bitch, but she will never get a hug
She said, baby, tell me what you do
I hit all these boys, the bullets connect em' like Bluetooth
When I hit, from the back, that bitch go, ooh-ooh
Yeah, she just my slut, she can't be my boo-boo
Or my boo thang, give a f*ck bout what yo dude, say
We posted outside your house while my boys sippin' Dulce
And we got two chains, kick a bitch like Liu Kang
Spin around your house so much, it's like a disc on Blu-ray
Leave the cops a new case, sell a brick for two bands
Don't pull up with my shit, then my Glock gon' boom, bang
Drug money, but she love money You can't get none of it
Come f*ck me in the Cullinan, she gon' hop up on me
Slut money, I got slut money, you gon' love up on it
Love money, if you love money, you gon' touch my body
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
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I got that drug money, I got that drug money
I got that drug money, I got that drug
I got drug money, but she love money You can't get none of it
Come f*ck me in the Cullinan, she gon' hop up on me
Slut money, I got slut money, you gon' love up on it
Love money, if you love money, you gon' touch my body
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
Say hello to my pistol, cause you finna be his bitch
Yeah, she miss his dick, she be reminiscin' it
Yeah, we carry sticks, and we aim them at your bitch
Send me his addy, you know we not missin' him
Yeah, we not missin' shit, pour the Sprite up in the Tris
See the Jakes, we whippin it, see your boy. we stickin him
Yeah, it's a stick-up, put all your valuables right on the ground
And I know you sick of all the bullets we put in your house
And I roll your bitch up, and you know I be smokin' every ounce
And it's not only her, we puttin' your whole family on the ground
Putting them all in the ground, leaving them dead for good
Pull up lil boy, I bring a pistol in, then I go run through his hood
I know you hatin' me, cause he wanna be me, he wish that he could
I can f*ck that bitch, but she will never get a hug
She said, baby, tell me what you do
I hit all these boys, the bullets connect em' like Bluetooth
When I hit, from the back, that bitch go, ooh-ooh
Yeah, she just my slut, she can't be my boo-boo
Or my boo thang, give a f*ck bout what yo dude, say
We posted outside your house while my boys sippin' Dulce
And we got two chains, kick a bitch like Liu Kang
Spin around your house so much, it's like a disc on Blu-ray
Leave the cops a new case, sell a brick for two bands
Don't pull up with my shit, then my Glock gon' boom, bang
Drug money, but she love money You can't get none of it
Come f*ck me in the Cullinan, she gon' hop up on me
Slut money, I got slut money, you gon' love up on it
Love money, if you love money, you gon' touch my body
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah yeah
I got that drug money, I got that drug money, yeah
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Writer: Connor Thomas
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Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Connor Thomas

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