Money Clique
Money Clique

1cy Prophecy, Lil $layer, Nick$tacks - Money Clique Lyrics

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Money Clique Lyrics

(Aye PiccoloWhippin up heat bitch!)

I just hit the
I just hit the bitch
I just hit that bitch
I just get rich
I just got this gold up on my teeth
Gold up on my teeth
Bitch up in my sheets
No, yeah she a freak

I just got all this cash
I just got all this cash

I just fucked your bitch & dash
I just fucked your bitch & dash

Nigga ice up on my neck
Ice up on my fucking chain
Bullets make it fucking rain
At your fucking clique
When your talking shit
On the net
Nigga got your bitch up in my crib, & she fucking wet
Know I'm up next
Know I'm gonna flex
Know, I just flex
All up on my ex

Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch

Nigga I don't fuck with snitches
I don't fuck with snitches
I just get my riches on these bitches
I don't fuck with no snitches throw them in the ditches when I'm done
Nigga I just got the gun
I just do it for the fun
Right under the sun
Taking your shit, taking your bitch
Taking your cash, nigga I'm doing it all & I dash
Popping your shit, popping your bitch

Popping that bitch, taking that bitch shit (yeah)
Hitting these licks (yeah)
80 on my wrist (yeah)
I be flexing everyday like ain't nothing (yeah)
I just bought a brand new Rolle it ain't nothing (yeah)
Bust it open (yeah)
Bust it open (yeah)
Bust open the seal pour it up (yeah)
Getting hella bands (yeah) I be flexed
Fucking on some bad bitches getting neck (yeah)
Look at my neck too yeah its real shiny
See me from a mile away bitch I'm shining

If a pussy nigga wanna talk
I Put 2 shots in his mothafuckin jaw
Glock 37 line a nigga with the chalk
Choppa beat his meat, like yo mothafuckin broad
Sawed up shotty
Aim it at your posse
If I catch you slippin, I might catch a fuckin body
One hand on your bitch and one hand on my sake
I beat her pussy ASAP like I'm Rocky
Ride his bitch just like a jockey
Niggas stay actin so cocky
But Do not fuck with me
I just pack that heat
Thats 40 in that gat I aim it at you and your team
Choppa with the beam it cut you down just like some cheese
Bitches swear they not no hoes but really want the meat
Bitches want my meat
Bitch is on her knees
I just keep it g
I just got the steeze
Fuck all on the beat
Fuck all on your mom
She just love my sauce
Bitch Im fly even with crocs
Bitch I'm poppin
Choppa do the talkin
Choppa pop em
If they want it

Writer(s): Carlos Maestas, Lerenzo $layer, Nick $tacks
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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