C-Ride - Money Round Here lyrics

rate me

Back off

We gon - we, we gon put the recession on hold tonight homie - feel me



Everytime I hit the club (club)

Everybody know

I pull up in the chevy with the suicide doors an

Shawty diggin me coz she know who i are like

Take out all this money and slam it on the bar like

Gimme that cup (cup)

Pour out Nouveau and

I'm not leavin' here so don't turn the lights on I

Hit the v.i.p. everytime i come through

Bout to grab shawty and show'em what they dooo

Nigga we get money round here

Heyyyy - nigga aint nuthin funny round here

Heyyyy - nigga we gettin' money round here

Heyyyy - nigga we gettin' money round here

Hold up - wait, ya know I gotta have it

Model after model, I'm a bad chick magnet

She see them suicides sittin' outside

Chevrolet flyin' we dodgin' power lines

Talk to'em, paint wet see it drip off

An baby you can kiss it you don't need lip gloss

She just another tryin' to ride on C

Like if Pheeny was my motha all eyes on me

Count my money, this shit, can't add it up

Rob who? Boi get ratta tat tatti hood,

They wanna hate em, press play, they feel em,

And you can call me young C, murda, I kill em!

(Repeat Chorus)

I can show you how to get it,

she dance like a freak, tryin to show me I can hit it,

and I aint gotta speak, she know my money talk,

J's on my feat, do that I got money walk,

That thang lookin soft, it gets little betta',

strip club junkie, I needs more chedda',

she hits the main stage, you throwin rent money,

I call her red fox, hey, and you the big dummy,

boi I get stacks, get it dirty, get it clean,

my president is black, but I love when he green,

why you lookin mean? You hate it when they fall on your head,

But them hoes, they get wet when I supaman that bread!

(Repeat Chorus)

She said pay for it, I told her thats free,


I chase bread, watch thats pussy chase me,


I'm in love with money, will you marry me?


You disappeared last year, why you scarin' me?

Nigga nigga yeah

Not tonight, recession on hold,

I'm getting so cold, I aint stressin, oh no,

switch her from the west coast, G4 drone.

she hit it twice like, HEY, she won't move.

(repeat Chorus)

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