Z Money Lyrics
[Intro: Z Money]
Yeah
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[Verse 1: Z Money]
On fire, check the scoreboard
I just walked up in the trap with my chessboard
Just spent a hunned on the car, this ain't no damn Ford
Might catch me whipping up straight drop, I got the damn board
I ain't gotta hit no licks, that's what my partners for
Treat the streets extra light, just a lot of guns, boy
Put fifty in the toy, old school make a lot of noise
My wrist so icy, boy, coming home, I took your hoe
Just got some brand new blow, I walk in like original
I got options, Scoob went and brought me a lot of Fendi clothes
I threw sixes on the Bentley, got expensive toes
Hit the dope with Fentanyl, the junkies at your door
[Verse 2: UnoTheActivist]
Hit my phone, my partner told me it was a go
And she got a lil' coke on her nip' and on her nose
You ain't drop that 2016, that shit is getting old
And I pull up in a high-speed, that's Aventador
Partner jugg it out, he said he wanted ten of the ho
And you know these bitches on my skin, yeah, like some lotion
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And we call 'em bitches but you know we talkin' bout the loads
And he asked me, "Was I high?", shit, yeah, I'm smoking dope
Yeah, I don't know folks, stick right to the code
If you know me then you know I'ma let it blow
Told that boy, "Send your ho over like this was red rover"
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