Phreshy Duzit - Make My Money feat Cory Gunz & Rich Flyer lyrics
rate meHoe up in the passenger, grip up in the dash
Work up in the trunk, best 3 hustle for your ass
Pimping, dealing, robbing
Copping, feel she dropping
Panties peel popping
For a fuck she get to topping
And I’m prolly chilling, mobbing
Speeding with the top back,
Leaning since them noggy
Fucks up on the snap back
Stay rapping, our goonies got the weapons
Y’all want no problems
I suggest you get to stepping
Pockets full of money, you ain’t getting none hoe
Say I’m acting funny, you can say I want bro
We don’t pay for cuddy, cuddy pay me
I’m a pimp, motherfucking pimp baby
[Hook]
Make my money, make my money
Make that money for me
Then she gone, get my dough, get my, get my
Bring that money to me, on the corner, on the pole
Keep that money coming
Make that money for me,
Make that money for me
Make my money, make my money
Then she gone
Make my money, make my money
Then she gone
After platinum in this bitch nigga
Cory Gun I rolly presi
Matching prezi, rollie freshy
Type of dame, I make you nicki
Like minaj, a Joe Pesci, hah
Yo, what it twerk like
Girl show me what to work with
You bout that life, I’ll show you how to work this
Get your back right, sit straight
Act right, pop that, make this
Smoke one, that’s nice
Let them fuck niggas act up
Show them how my crew don’t shoot porn
When it don’t fit, get the clip with the shoot horn
Make a fuck nigga stand down
Heavy on the more dose
Keep 2 now, and the Chevy and the polos
Tryina just chill, settle down, but a nigga never stuck still
So high, everything is up hill
Nigga, you getting cut if my cup spilled
Alright, I’m right back on my bizness
I keep my private private, but she right back on my bizness
[Hook]
Make my money, make my money
Make that money for me
Then she gone, get my dough, get my, get my
Bring that money to me, on the corner, on the pole
Keep that money coming
Make that money for me,
Make that money for me
Make my money, make my money
Then she gone
Make my money, make my money
Then she gone
Baby it’s no hard feelings, only fuck with new hoes
Oh you got my old hoe, with my nigga kudos
Riding slow in caddies, police try to flag me
They heard I’m picting away
They heard they call me daddy
Yeah I get the point, fuck you tryina say bro?
Morse is what I’m repping, got a pocket full of pesos
My bitch is trapping for me, I ain’t never touch a dime
You looking at me wrong, you must have lost your mind, ah
Get popped, wrist watch, coming off
Gun shots, turnt off, these hard niggas soft
My nigga life is but a blessing
Then I just fuck these hoes
And I tell them get to stepping
[Hook]
Make my money, make my money
Make that money for me
Then she gone, get my dough, get my, get my
Bring that money to me, on the corner, on the pole
Keep that money coming
Make that money for me,
Make that money for me
Make my money, make my money
Then she gone
Make my money, make my money
Then she gone.
