Let Me Play With Lyrics

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[Richie Wess]
Yeah Yeah,
YTC, YTC,
n-gga CMB (CMB)
Richie Wess (Wess)
Yung Dred (Dred)
Drizzy Wat up? (Young mula baby)
Look,

[Chorus]
I got money to the cloud at the top looking down,
I love this game I will never foul out,
b-tch I go hard call me MVP,
and n-ggas gon hate cos they envy me,
I’m making money,

Take yourself a picture when Im standing at the mound,
and I swear its going down, Im just repping for my town,
off a cup of cj gibson, man Im faded off to Brown,
i’m easily influenced by the n-ggas Im around,
see that aston martin when i start to hear the sound,
i aint never graduated aint got no cap and gown,
but the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
be at all my f-cking parties, grabbing money off the ground,

[Drake]
Yeah, all hell mr lyrical,
spades of the opus baby,
what you got a feeling for,
I can show you new things,
how you feeling spiritual,
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes…miwacles!
yeah ok they say that Im the one in fact,
they say that im they favourite
but i aint hearing none of that,
i’m all about my team hoe, young money running back,
cash money superstar, where the f-ck is stunna at?
Dayum…

[Richie Wess]
Rcihie Wesssss,
i got it from here Drake,
99 problems then they gave me a clean slate,
I smell like money,
Im fresh out the bank safe,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
a dollar to a million, I make sure my team ate,
and yeah we balling, we out at the park,
yellow white blue diamonds,
I glow in the dark,
im ahead of the race let me know when you start,
till then keep playing your part,

[Chorus]

I got money to the cloud at the top looking down,
I love this game I will never foul out,
b-tch I go hard call me MVP,
n-ggas gon hate cos they envy me,
I’m making money like,
pow pow
I’m making money like,
pow pow
we laughing to the bank (bank)
we gon make it rain (rain)

[Yung Dred]
Yung Dreed
Im seeing money like LeBron,
he was fresh out of high school,
all black hoody on, n-gga this is night school,
dog like boy and them goons might bite you,
disrespect the team,
got b-tches who would Ike you,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
when its time for war, now i gotta grab the rifle,
lame ass n-ggas take my style and recycle,
cross over n-ggas like A did Michael,
our time to shine, its part of this cycle,
go get your rain coat we gon make it rain,
so much money, how can I complain,
dope boy magic, call it David Blaine,
YTC CMB we in this thang,

[Chorus]