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A.S. ØNE - Money! (feat. Expy) Lyrics



A.S. ØNE - Money! (feat. Expy) Lyrics




You hear 'em coming down the block
Day I get the check, I'm actin' like it ain't a lot
Squad be digging dirt, we watch it raining on the box
We ain't making bank, we raisin stocks

You know if you friend with me, I drink that brisk like Hennessy
Stay cooking up like chemistry, and cooking up that chemistry
I don't use potentially, I got no damn ceilings
Shawty catching feeling, I be wheeling dealing
Tim Tebow, he kneeling
I'm gonna make a killing, nigga
Come to your crib like billing, nigga
MJ shit, so thrilling, nigga
Making my life fulfilling, nigga
Cause I got aspirations, you work for organizations
President of operations, gone run the civilization
You know I got dedication, I already run it like administration
I drop a verse on you niggas you better believe I'mma get compensation
Know I'mma get conversation, ain't shit, 2k Domination
I watch the money inflating, and finna map my location, yeah

You hear 'em coming down the block
Day I get the check, I'm actin' like it ain't a lot
Squad be digging dirt, we watch it raining on the box
We ain't making bank, we raisin stocks

Aye, I'm setting the course (Setting the course)
Trifle and wake with the head of a horse
I'm f*cking hungry and i been since four
Been nice since 2, cash ain't matching my score
Got cadavers rat-tapping the floor (yuh, yuh)
I got the gas, put the bag in my pores
Lifting the squad up like I'm midichlorians
Hit the Delorean, take it by force (Take it by force nigga)
I stay with the Winchester tucked
And my f*cking head down when you state your opinions (State your opinions)
Cause homie, I'm snoozin' and if you
Abusing my name you gone f*ck with my minions
And even at 80, homeboy mucho crazy
Cause boy you gone f*ck with my kin then (Goddamn)
I stay in the middle like Malcolm (Goddamn)
Don't play left or right, give a f*ck I offend them
Boy the name Ex, my Rolodex, filled with some dudes
That take your head, you f*ck with my stress
I pull the pin, I ain't ready to lose
Say it in jest, puff out your chest
Think you the best? You indebted by shoes
Bitches ain't ready to step in the booth
I make em look like they stepped in a pew, yuh

You hear 'em coming down the block
Day I get the check, I'm actin' like it ain't a lot
Squad be digging dirt, we watch it raining on the box
We ain't making bank, we raisin stocks
You hear 'em coming down the block
Day I get the check, I'm actin' like it ain't a lot, lot
Squad be digging dirt, we watch it raining on the box
We ain't making bank, we raisin stocks
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You hear 'em coming down the block
Day I get the check, I'm actin' like it ain't a lot
Squad be digging dirt, we watch it raining on the box
We ain't making bank, we raisin stocks

You know if you friend with me, I drink that brisk like Hennessy
Stay cooking up like chemistry, and cooking up that chemistry
I don't use potentially, I got no damn ceilings
Shawty catching feeling, I be wheeling dealing
Tim Tebow, he kneeling
I'm gonna make a killing, nigga
Come to your crib like billing, nigga
MJ shit, so thrilling, nigga
Making my life fulfilling, nigga
Cause I got aspirations, you work for organizations
President of operations, gone run the civilization
You know I got dedication, I already run it like administration
I drop a verse on you niggas you better believe I'mma get compensation
Know I'mma get conversation, ain't shit, 2k Domination
I watch the money inflating, and finna map my location, yeah

You hear 'em coming down the block
Day I get the check, I'm actin' like it ain't a lot
Squad be digging dirt, we watch it raining on the box
We ain't making bank, we raisin stocks

Aye, I'm setting the course (Setting the course)
Trifle and wake with the head of a horse
I'm f*cking hungry and i been since four
Been nice since 2, cash ain't matching my score
Got cadavers rat-tapping the floor (yuh, yuh)
I got the gas, put the bag in my pores
Lifting the squad up like I'm midichlorians
Hit the Delorean, take it by force (Take it by force nigga)
I stay with the Winchester tucked
And my f*cking head down when you state your opinions (State your opinions)
Cause homie, I'm snoozin' and if you
Abusing my name you gone f*ck with my minions
And even at 80, homeboy mucho crazy
Cause boy you gone f*ck with my kin then (Goddamn)
I stay in the middle like Malcolm (Goddamn)
Don't play left or right, give a f*ck I offend them
Boy the name Ex, my Rolodex, filled with some dudes
That take your head, you f*ck with my stress
I pull the pin, I ain't ready to lose
Say it in jest, puff out your chest
Think you the best? You indebted by shoes
Bitches ain't ready to step in the booth
I make em look like they stepped in a pew, yuh

You hear 'em coming down the block
Day I get the check, I'm actin' like it ain't a lot
Squad be digging dirt, we watch it raining on the box
We ain't making bank, we raisin stocks
You hear 'em coming down the block
Day I get the check, I'm actin' like it ain't a lot, lot
Squad be digging dirt, we watch it raining on the box
We ain't making bank, we raisin stocks
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Writer: Jamar Jones, JOHN STARY
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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Length: 2:33
Written by: Jamar Jones, JOHN STARY

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