Hopping out with sticks when I hit your block with this Impala
Money conversations, bitch, I'm all about my dollars
Ain't a crip, but I like blue bills, bitch, I count it with my bloodas
I see your bitch, I'm like, who this girl, let me get your number
When I'm with your bitch, I blow her back out
When I'm with the gang, we pullin' FNs and Macs out
We gon' hit your top and we gon' leave you on that asphalt
You chose to be opps, so I guess that shit is your fault
Aye, always with the team
Pop out in that 2020, Urus slime green
All my niggas shooters, they ain't ever shoot no threes
If that bitch got hooters, I'ma put it in between
This all white Styrofoam cup hold codeine
This all black iron, Tony Stark with a beam
Fire shit up like Taliban, we droppin' off M80s
Had to hit your bitch again in the back of the Mercedes
That bitch got expensive taste, she like to down my babies
COVID 2020, nigga, stay six feet from me
I don't f*ck with broke bitches, get your own money
Only f*ck with throat bitches, put it in they tummy
Copped an SRT, I had to do the f*ckin' race
Nigga had a problem, so my shooters closed the f*ckin' case
Stackin' up my guala, 40K up in the f*ckin' bank
How you gon' do that tomorrow? when you can do that shit today
Make a pretty penny on an average f*ckin' day
20 plus 20, nigga, 40 to your face
Took a perk, 30, guess I'm gettin' geeked today
Your shorty got fake hair, she got on a toupee
Nigga, I got bape on rock camo every day
Hit you with this Draco and go Rambo every day
Sippin' dirty faygo, this shit had me hella faded
Hopping out with sticks when I hit your block with this Impala
Money conversations, bitch, I'm all about my dollars
Ain't a crip, but I like blue bills, bitch, I count it with my bloodas
I see your bitch, I'm like, who this girl, let me get your number
When I'm with your bitch, I blow her back out
When I'm with the gang, we pullin' FNs and Macs out
We gon' hit your top and we gon' leave you on that asphalt
You chose to be opps, so I guess that shit is your fault
Drip G - Money Conversations Lyrics
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Hopping out with sticks when I hit your block with this Impala
Money conversations, bitch, I'm all about my dollars
Ain't a crip, but I like blue bills, bitch, I count it with my bloodas
I see your bitch, I'm like, who this girl, let me get your number
When I'm with your bitch, I blow her back out
When I'm with the gang, we pullin' FNs and Macs out
We gon' hit your top and we gon' leave you on that asphalt
You chose to be opps, so I guess that shit is your fault
Aye, always with the team
Pop out in that 2020, Urus slime green
All my niggas shooters, they ain't ever shoot no threes
If that bitch got hooters, I'ma put it in between
This all white Styrofoam cup hold codeine
This all black iron, Tony Stark with a beam
Fire shit up like Taliban, we droppin' off M80s
Had to hit your bitch again in the back of the Mercedes
That bitch got expensive taste, she like to down my babies
COVID 2020, nigga, stay six feet from me
I don't f*ck with broke bitches, get your own money
Only f*ck with throat bitches, put it in they tummy
Copped an SRT, I had to do the f*ckin' race
Nigga had a problem, so my shooters closed the f*ckin' case
Stackin' up my guala, 40K up in the f*ckin' bank
How you gon' do that tomorrow? when you can do that shit today
Make a pretty penny on an average f*ckin' day
20 plus 20, nigga, 40 to your face
Took a perk, 30, guess I'm gettin' geeked today
Your shorty got fake hair, she got on a toupee
Nigga, I got bape on rock camo every day
Hit you with this Draco and go Rambo every day
Sippin' dirty faygo, this shit had me hella faded
Hopping out with sticks when I hit your block with this Impala
Money conversations, bitch, I'm all about my dollars
Ain't a crip, but I like blue bills, bitch, I count it with my bloodas
I see your bitch, I'm like, who this girl, let me get your number
When I'm with your bitch, I blow her back out
When I'm with the gang, we pullin' FNs and Macs out
We gon' hit your top and we gon' leave you on that asphalt
You chose to be opps, so I guess that shit is your fault
Money conversations, bitch, I'm all about my dollars
Ain't a crip, but I like blue bills, bitch, I count it with my bloodas
I see your bitch, I'm like, who this girl, let me get your number
When I'm with your bitch, I blow her back out
When I'm with the gang, we pullin' FNs and Macs out
We gon' hit your top and we gon' leave you on that asphalt
You chose to be opps, so I guess that shit is your fault
Aye, always with the team
Pop out in that 2020, Urus slime green
All my niggas shooters, they ain't ever shoot no threes
If that bitch got hooters, I'ma put it in between
This all white Styrofoam cup hold codeine
This all black iron, Tony Stark with a beam
Fire shit up like Taliban, we droppin' off M80s
Had to hit your bitch again in the back of the Mercedes
That bitch got expensive taste, she like to down my babies
COVID 2020, nigga, stay six feet from me
I don't f*ck with broke bitches, get your own money
Only f*ck with throat bitches, put it in they tummy
Copped an SRT, I had to do the f*ckin' race
Nigga had a problem, so my shooters closed the f*ckin' case
Stackin' up my guala, 40K up in the f*ckin' bank
How you gon' do that tomorrow? when you can do that shit today
Make a pretty penny on an average f*ckin' day
20 plus 20, nigga, 40 to your face
Took a perk, 30, guess I'm gettin' geeked today
Your shorty got fake hair, she got on a toupee
Nigga, I got bape on rock camo every day
Hit you with this Draco and go Rambo every day
Sippin' dirty faygo, this shit had me hella faded
Hopping out with sticks when I hit your block with this Impala
Money conversations, bitch, I'm all about my dollars
Ain't a crip, but I like blue bills, bitch, I count it with my bloodas
I see your bitch, I'm like, who this girl, let me get your number
When I'm with your bitch, I blow her back out
When I'm with the gang, we pullin' FNs and Macs out
We gon' hit your top and we gon' leave you on that asphalt
You chose to be opps, so I guess that shit is your fault
Writer: Giovanni Gutierrez
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