Woah
Yeah
We about to blast
Woah
We about to blast
Woah
We about to blast
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
We about to blast, ah
Me I'm getting cash, woah
Yeah I killed it fast, woah
Mic is in my grasp, woah
Me, I'm never fast, woah
Yeah they getting lapped, woah
Man I get it like this and you know I never lack, woah
Yeah I got the 30 mag, I'm coming in, I'm never last
Yeah you know just how I'm rockin', puffin' on that f*ckin' gas
Yeah we really got that pack
Sealed up in the f*ckin' back
If you want to get at me and then you can't just f*ckin' grab
Yeah I got the scales, got it all, oh well
Yeah I'm pullin' up like really quick and yeah they get the smell
When I'm rollin' down the window, smacked them straight up in their face
Yeah they gave me all the cash and turned the other way, yeah
Get to f*ckin' steppin'
Cause you know I'm bout to wreck it
937
Sent from heaven
Preachin' just like I'm the reverend
But you know I learn no lessons
Homie I ain't messin'
Pulled up in that jet and you know that I'd be flexin', woah
I don't wanna f*ck that bitch, ee go away
In this pussy imma drowned, that's a store away
Repo man these groupys, take your ho away
Uh, yeah
I'm in the club balled out like Carter
Grew up listening to Wayne Carter
Now I'm coming of the head like a barber
Bombing on that pussy, huh, Pearl Harbor
Damn this hitta so smooth, huh
Chopper make you break dance like the old school
This the new me, and this the old you
Bullets hit yo stomach, make it swell, soul food
I'm sleepin off the lean, like a virus
I got the touch when I rap, shits mightiest
Yo bitch wanna f*ck, so I might just
So I might just
Invite her over, so you know we get whilin
If you f*ck with my money, then shit gets violent
My gun is a librarian, get it, got a silence
Got a silence
Of the top, finna kick it
I define like physics
R. Kelly on these bitches, when I f*ck em imma piss it
Put em in submission I never gave a shit
Dirty ass, real villa, im not a innocent
Where I'm from, they say "imma let the guns slang"
Knowing damn well, when the cops, they on the damn blame
Pussy had me out numbered, that's a damn shame
Shoulda pulled the trigger, and yo girl got that head game
Man I'm just freestyling off the wall
Bad bitch on my dick and on my balls
Sassy lil bitch, my dick gave her lockjaw
Man, f*ck you, cornball
BABY - Money Violence (feat. Ben$10) Lyrics
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Woah
Yeah
We about to blast
Woah
We about to blast
Woah
We about to blast
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
We about to blast, ah
Me I'm getting cash, woah
Yeah I killed it fast, woah
Mic is in my grasp, woah
Me, I'm never fast, woah
Yeah they getting lapped, woah
Man I get it like this and you know I never lack, woah
Yeah I got the 30 mag, I'm coming in, I'm never last
Yeah you know just how I'm rockin', puffin' on that f*ckin' gas
Yeah we really got that pack
Sealed up in the f*ckin' back
If you want to get at me and then you can't just f*ckin' grab
Yeah I got the scales, got it all, oh well
Yeah I'm pullin' up like really quick and yeah they get the smell
When I'm rollin' down the window, smacked them straight up in their face
Yeah they gave me all the cash and turned the other way, yeah
Get to f*ckin' steppin'
Cause you know I'm bout to wreck it
937
Sent from heaven
Preachin' just like I'm the reverend
But you know I learn no lessons
Homie I ain't messin'
Pulled up in that jet and you know that I'd be flexin', woah
I don't wanna f*ck that bitch, ee go away
In this pussy imma drowned, that's a store away
Repo man these groupys, take your ho away
Uh, yeah
I'm in the club balled out like Carter
Grew up listening to Wayne Carter
Now I'm coming of the head like a barber
Bombing on that pussy, huh, Pearl Harbor
Damn this hitta so smooth, huh
Chopper make you break dance like the old school
This the new me, and this the old you
Bullets hit yo stomach, make it swell, soul food
I'm sleepin off the lean, like a virus
I got the touch when I rap, shits mightiest
Yo bitch wanna f*ck, so I might just
So I might just
Invite her over, so you know we get whilin
If you f*ck with my money, then shit gets violent
My gun is a librarian, get it, got a silence
Got a silence
Of the top, finna kick it
I define like physics
R. Kelly on these bitches, when I f*ck em imma piss it
Put em in submission I never gave a shit
Dirty ass, real villa, im not a innocent
Where I'm from, they say "imma let the guns slang"
Knowing damn well, when the cops, they on the damn blame
Pussy had me out numbered, that's a damn shame
Shoulda pulled the trigger, and yo girl got that head game
Man I'm just freestyling off the wall
Bad bitch on my dick and on my balls
Sassy lil bitch, my dick gave her lockjaw
Man, f*ck you, cornball
Yeah
We about to blast
Woah
We about to blast
Woah
We about to blast
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
We about to blast, ah
Me I'm getting cash, woah
Yeah I killed it fast, woah
Mic is in my grasp, woah
Me, I'm never fast, woah
Yeah they getting lapped, woah
Man I get it like this and you know I never lack, woah
Yeah I got the 30 mag, I'm coming in, I'm never last
Yeah you know just how I'm rockin', puffin' on that f*ckin' gas
Yeah we really got that pack
Sealed up in the f*ckin' back
If you want to get at me and then you can't just f*ckin' grab
Yeah I got the scales, got it all, oh well
Yeah I'm pullin' up like really quick and yeah they get the smell
When I'm rollin' down the window, smacked them straight up in their face
Yeah they gave me all the cash and turned the other way, yeah
Get to f*ckin' steppin'
Cause you know I'm bout to wreck it
937
Sent from heaven
Preachin' just like I'm the reverend
But you know I learn no lessons
Homie I ain't messin'
Pulled up in that jet and you know that I'd be flexin', woah
I don't wanna f*ck that bitch, ee go away
In this pussy imma drowned, that's a store away
Repo man these groupys, take your ho away
Uh, yeah
I'm in the club balled out like Carter
Grew up listening to Wayne Carter
Now I'm coming of the head like a barber
Bombing on that pussy, huh, Pearl Harbor
Damn this hitta so smooth, huh
Chopper make you break dance like the old school
This the new me, and this the old you
Bullets hit yo stomach, make it swell, soul food
I'm sleepin off the lean, like a virus
I got the touch when I rap, shits mightiest
Yo bitch wanna f*ck, so I might just
So I might just
Invite her over, so you know we get whilin
If you f*ck with my money, then shit gets violent
My gun is a librarian, get it, got a silence
Got a silence
Of the top, finna kick it
I define like physics
R. Kelly on these bitches, when I f*ck em imma piss it
Put em in submission I never gave a shit
Dirty ass, real villa, im not a innocent
Where I'm from, they say "imma let the guns slang"
Knowing damn well, when the cops, they on the damn blame
Pussy had me out numbered, that's a damn shame
Shoulda pulled the trigger, and yo girl got that head game
Man I'm just freestyling off the wall
Bad bitch on my dick and on my balls
Sassy lil bitch, my dick gave her lockjaw
Man, f*ck you, cornball
Writer: Chase Mann
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