Money Convo – 21 Savage
Peon ass n_ggas
Levis and Adidas ass n_ggas
High point having ass n_ggas
I got a Glock and it don’t jam, I blast n_ggas
You a lovey dovey buy a ring n_gga
I’m the type to pass her to the team, n_gga
You went and bought that b_tch Celine, n_gga?
Now she f_ckin’ me, I know you wanna kill her
And I sold dope on my 10 toes
We ain’t fallin’ out over freak hoes
21 Savage still in savage mode
I thought I told you I’m a savage on these hoes
Maybach with the curtains up
I’m with Nudy, he gon’ burn you up
Fake gangbangin’, n_gga turned into a snitch
Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch
Pull up
We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas
Hol’ up
We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash
Hol’ up
Wanna f_ck me, I’m like yas, yas, yas
Hol’ up
VVS’ drippin’, dance, dance, dance
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Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
B_tch I came straight from the bottom, n_gga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that b_tch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main b_tch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo
Money talk, yeah, n_gga, cash talk, yeah, n_gga
Ridin’ ’round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, n_gga
Oh you drinkin’ green? Nope, only drink that red, n_gga
Only f_ck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
N_ggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off
Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
I’ve been gettin’ so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta, you ain’t ever shot nobody
I don’t wanna hear them stories ’bout them fake bodies
Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti
N_gga get whacked, thinkin’ they hard ’cause they on molly
I’m the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out
You a d_ck jumpin’ faggot, you a mascot
You beat your b_tch ’cause she walk ’round with her ass out
They wanna rob me ’cause I walk ’round with that bag out
Drinkin’ syrup, lil’ b_tch, I’m finna pass out
Never slippin’, Glock 40 with a red dot
Seven figure n_gga, money all I talk about
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, what ya talkin’ ’bout?
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Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
B_tch I came straight from the bottom, n_gga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that b_tch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main b_tch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo
Metro Boomin want some more, n_gga
