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Guapdad 4000 - Money Lyrics
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(Drew) yeah, turn it up in the headphones
(Turn me up) I need to hear that shit wap
There it is (I still do)
Yeah

I said fuego
Coming with the flame like a Draco (bang)
Make a broke nigga ketchup no tomatoes (catch up with yo' broke ass)
Leggo, build an infrastructure for my payroll
No squares in my circles, save that for the Eggo's
Hey ho, take a trip down to San Diego (yeah)
You bust tricks, I flip cards for the peso (flip it, flip it)
Fabo, nigga, geeked up in this bitch (geeked up)
I'm a pretty-ass nigga with a prettier dick (prettier, whoa)
Bitch hello, freeband's, all from Neiman's (yeah)
Leave the register, I'm doing the "I just got the receipt" dance
You a kiddie pool and nigga's been off the deep end (deep)
And I'm unemployed every day is the weekend (unemployed rich nigga)
I'm a Bay mobster, trend setter, wave monster (wavy baby)
Ruth Chris scamming and I ordered eight lobsters
Brought a bitch with me and she called it a feast, bitch (we finna eat, bitch)
I just really wanted something to eat

Nigga was hungry, I woke up, I got a appetite
I couldn't find no fettucine nowhere
So I had to get it instantly
Please truffle butter me, ASAP (mob that shit out, nigga)

Now she wanna give bomb nigga head like turbans (bomb)
Suck me up like Kirby, bust a nut, start swerving (suck me up)
Going ape shit nigga like a Saiyan with a tail
She said, "That's a nice coat"
I said, "Bitch, this Chanel"
Issa check, I ain't on a discount rack
Your designer ugly, you should get your discount back
Young scammer in the building, 'bout to start a religion (yeah)
If I tripped on my money, I would fall on my bitches (let her catch me)
Off top, if you a broke nigga you an opp (huh?)
If you a broke bitch you's a thot (thot)
If my ex bitch you's a bop
You over curious then you a cop
You driving hella slow, you getting popped
You like my bitch then we can swap
'Cause my bitch gon' wanna come home and yours not (I bet)
I share lots with niggas who share stocks (I'm getting money now)
Turn heads like Beyblade's, nigga's spin top (spin top, nigga)

What was that? Nigga, Dragoon
Hit 'em with the Dragoon turbine double twister
That's what she over here doing

Aqua fist wrist watch, I'm scamming your friend's pops (scamming, scamming)
The paint don't drip drop, it's matte like dreadlocks (gang, gang)
I'm dodging the wedlock and duckin' the feds, watch
I'd rhyme with Bed Rock but that's cliché (Wilma)
Nigga, I'm in Morton's every day with a filet (Morton)
Racing to the paper like a relay, then stay out in Chile (getting paper)
We lay over Gucci, all my paper loosely (all my paper)
Trying to get money from a Heather or a Lucy (Heather, call me)
A Tribe Called Scam, I just never knew Phife
But my wrist look just like Bonita on ice (Bonita, is that you?)
And I need to get Head & Shoulders, these f*ckin' po-lice
Bruh, it was days I was eating just rice (white rice)
I might say less, but I always do the most
About my green bread like avocado toast (that's slang for white people)
Can't forget the blue like my name was Steve
I draw pictures with the clues that you wouldn't believe (yeah)
I'm a breath of fresh air, these hoes still can't breathe (breathe me in, bitch)
Pretty nigga so sharp, how I still ain't bleed? (Ain't cut me)
I done dogged the bitch out and she still ain't leave
Guapdad, Scam Boy, boy, I need the cheese, yeah (mob that shit out, nigga)
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(Drew) yeah, turn it up in the headphones
(Turn me up) I need to hear that shit wap
There it is (I still do)
Yeah

I said fuego
Coming with the flame like a Draco (bang)
Make a broke nigga ketchup no tomatoes (catch up with yo' broke ass)
Leggo, build an infrastructure for my payroll
No squares in my circles, save that for the Eggo's
Hey ho, take a trip down to San Diego (yeah)
You bust tricks, I flip cards for the peso (flip it, flip it)
Fabo, nigga, geeked up in this bitch (geeked up)
I'm a pretty-ass nigga with a prettier dick (prettier, whoa)
Bitch hello, freeband's, all from Neiman's (yeah)
Leave the register, I'm doing the "I just got the receipt" dance
You a kiddie pool and nigga's been off the deep end (deep)
And I'm unemployed every day is the weekend (unemployed rich nigga)
I'm a Bay mobster, trend setter, wave monster (wavy baby)
Ruth Chris scamming and I ordered eight lobsters
Brought a bitch with me and she called it a feast, bitch (we finna eat, bitch)
I just really wanted something to eat

Nigga was hungry, I woke up, I got a appetite
I couldn't find no fettucine nowhere
So I had to get it instantly
Please truffle butter me, ASAP (mob that shit out, nigga)

Now she wanna give bomb nigga head like turbans (bomb)
Suck me up like Kirby, bust a nut, start swerving (suck me up)
Going ape shit nigga like a Saiyan with a tail
She said, "That's a nice coat"
I said, "Bitch, this Chanel"
Issa check, I ain't on a discount rack
Your designer ugly, you should get your discount back
Young scammer in the building, 'bout to start a religion (yeah)
If I tripped on my money, I would fall on my bitches (let her catch me)
Off top, if you a broke nigga you an opp (huh?)
If you a broke bitch you's a thot (thot)
If my ex bitch you's a bop
You over curious then you a cop
You driving hella slow, you getting popped
You like my bitch then we can swap
'Cause my bitch gon' wanna come home and yours not (I bet)
I share lots with niggas who share stocks (I'm getting money now)
Turn heads like Beyblade's, nigga's spin top (spin top, nigga)

What was that? Nigga, Dragoon
Hit 'em with the Dragoon turbine double twister
That's what she over here doing

Aqua fist wrist watch, I'm scamming your friend's pops (scamming, scamming)
The paint don't drip drop, it's matte like dreadlocks (gang, gang)
I'm dodging the wedlock and duckin' the feds, watch
I'd rhyme with Bed Rock but that's cliché (Wilma)
Nigga, I'm in Morton's every day with a filet (Morton)
Racing to the paper like a relay, then stay out in Chile (getting paper)
We lay over Gucci, all my paper loosely (all my paper)
Trying to get money from a Heather or a Lucy (Heather, call me)
A Tribe Called Scam, I just never knew Phife
But my wrist look just like Bonita on ice (Bonita, is that you?)
And I need to get Head & Shoulders, these f*ckin' po-lice
Bruh, it was days I was eating just rice (white rice)
I might say less, but I always do the most
About my green bread like avocado toast (that's slang for white people)
Can't forget the blue like my name was Steve
I draw pictures with the clues that you wouldn't believe (yeah)
I'm a breath of fresh air, these hoes still can't breathe (breathe me in, bitch)
Pretty nigga so sharp, how I still ain't bleed? (Ain't cut me)
I done dogged the bitch out and she still ain't leave
Guapdad, Scam Boy, boy, I need the cheese, yeah (mob that shit out, nigga)
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Writer: Akeem Douglas Hayes
Copyright: Lyrics © SOUL ASSASSINS INC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Akeem Douglas Hayes

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