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Kinda $ Video (MV)




Performed By: Veeze
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Karon Vantrees




Veeze - Kinda $ Lyrics
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Yeah, you know I'm gettin' all kinda money
She really hope the condom rip

Stripper hoe on my ass, I ain't even 'bout to give that hoe the pill
Made my name off blowin' pills, I'm a heavyweight like Holyfield
I walk in the club wit no ID, oh bro, you rap, I had no idea
Bitch said she want 5K to hit it, I buy PT and just pour up red
I'm losin' connections, I'm in the hills, he jealous and never gon' know how it feel
My eyes real low like I'm from Korea, I sin everyday but God forgives
The foreign I parked is lower since I loved it, you gotta die for bands
The driver smart I told him to give her new heels and basically hide her ribs
Ooh she a little snobby bitch, don't say thanks to the compliments
Grown ass niggas he gossipin', I'm too big can't acknowledge it
Put a bad hoe on you like a pimp, make spend it all 'til his pockets rip
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money, she really hope that the condom rip

She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money

That pussy so good I'm drivin' to it
That pussy so wet I'ma dive into it
I'm stackin' this money put pride into it
I look at my stash and my pride enjoy it
Bae, look at what I did I got Prada for you
I'm treatin' my main and my side like daughters
I fill up her purse with a wad ass notes
I'm throwin' up 4's and my pockets full

Ooh he ain't even got no money, why the f*ck the little nigga talk about money?
Ooh I ain't even count my money, I ain't touch nothin' that's the pile up money
Come to my town I run it, got all the bricks and Za by the onion
Peezy got the pints and the money, Wham said Lil Dan got the money
All blues he ain't gotta count it for me, shows up north and down the country
She nervous to shake it she down to hug, I f*ck her so good she gotta love it
Dope to good, we gotta cut it, mixin' my pop with the Wock' in public
I ran it up without signin' nothing, you talkin' too broke that's not my subject
Nigga smile in my face, stab my back that's not my buddy
Deuce of the syrup make pineapple pop look like a pumpkin (it's orange now)
Bitch got good ass head, make me loose breath, feel like I'm runnin'
Groupies hoes flockin' to me, they know I'm gettin' all kinda money

She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (they know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (he know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money

That pussy so good I'm drivin' to it
That pussy so wet I'ma dive into it
I'm stackin' this money put pride into it
I look at my stash and my pride enjoy it
Bae, look at what I did I got Prada for you
I'm treatin' my main and my side like daughters
I fill up her purse with a wad ass notes
I'm throwin' up 4's and my pockets full

He know (yeah) (Baby give me some cash)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (they know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
He know, she know
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
Let me hear that shit
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (they know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
He know, she know
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
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Yeah, you know I'm gettin' all kinda money
She really hope the condom rip

Stripper hoe on my ass, I ain't even 'bout to give that hoe the pill
Made my name off blowin' pills, I'm a heavyweight like Holyfield
I walk in the club wit no ID, oh bro, you rap, I had no idea
Bitch said she want 5K to hit it, I buy PT and just pour up red
I'm losin' connections, I'm in the hills, he jealous and never gon' know how it feel
My eyes real low like I'm from Korea, I sin everyday but God forgives
The foreign I parked is lower since I loved it, you gotta die for bands
The driver smart I told him to give her new heels and basically hide her ribs
Ooh she a little snobby bitch, don't say thanks to the compliments
Grown ass niggas he gossipin', I'm too big can't acknowledge it
Put a bad hoe on you like a pimp, make spend it all 'til his pockets rip
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money, she really hope that the condom rip

She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money

That pussy so good I'm drivin' to it
That pussy so wet I'ma dive into it
I'm stackin' this money put pride into it
I look at my stash and my pride enjoy it
Bae, look at what I did I got Prada for you
I'm treatin' my main and my side like daughters
I fill up her purse with a wad ass notes
I'm throwin' up 4's and my pockets full

Ooh he ain't even got no money, why the f*ck the little nigga talk about money?
Ooh I ain't even count my money, I ain't touch nothin' that's the pile up money
Come to my town I run it, got all the bricks and Za by the onion
Peezy got the pints and the money, Wham said Lil Dan got the money
All blues he ain't gotta count it for me, shows up north and down the country
She nervous to shake it she down to hug, I f*ck her so good she gotta love it
Dope to good, we gotta cut it, mixin' my pop with the Wock' in public
I ran it up without signin' nothing, you talkin' too broke that's not my subject
Nigga smile in my face, stab my back that's not my buddy
Deuce of the syrup make pineapple pop look like a pumpkin (it's orange now)
Bitch got good ass head, make me loose breath, feel like I'm runnin'
Groupies hoes flockin' to me, they know I'm gettin' all kinda money

She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (they know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (he know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money

That pussy so good I'm drivin' to it
That pussy so wet I'ma dive into it
I'm stackin' this money put pride into it
I look at my stash and my pride enjoy it
Bae, look at what I did I got Prada for you
I'm treatin' my main and my side like daughters
I fill up her purse with a wad ass notes
I'm throwin' up 4's and my pockets full

He know (yeah) (Baby give me some cash)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (they know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
He know, she know
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
Let me hear that shit
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (they know)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (she know)
He know, she know
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (yeah)
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Writer: Karon Vantrees
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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