Yung Gravy - Gas Money (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yung Gravy - Gas Money (en) Lyrics
Countin up that cash
money, fast money
All up in your ass money
I whip a tesla,
still got gas money
I aint a bitch, yessir
I keep cash on me
You can get your face smacked
if you act funny
Cash money, fast money,
I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch you broke
like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young
johnny cash money
Make gas mother fucker
thats gas money
I think im jack in
the box cause
I stay up in the buns
And your ex got that box
rated e for everyone
Oooooo damn girl,
thats nasty
I hit the spin move when
she tried to harass me
Tryin live but im
dodgin these thots
To the right and the left like
im playing hopscotch
And im counting my
bread up, nonstop
Gas money fuck a stop watch
shit dont ever stop
Fuck a po, fuck a piss test
Yall racist, stay lovin incest
(fuckin pussies)
Drive by get sprayed
with the windex
Cause yall nasty boofin
them cigarettes (aye)
And it's gravy eternally
talkin my shit
Your girl eternally
jockin my dick
And I could die today but
My gangll stay
eternally paid
They be countin up
that cash money
Fast money, all up
in your ass money
I hit the pick six straight
into the endzone
Make your bitch flip, now you in
the friend zone (friend zone)
Back shots then she let me
drive the benz home
In atlanta and im selling
at the benz dome
That's a quickie bag, cop
a jag, gucci backpack
Imma flip it fast into cash
like its black jack
I'm the sammy davis jr. Junior
from the rat pack
Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear
like im a snapchat
Thats that gas money
Bitch I deserve a
plaque money
Daddy flapjacks how I
stack money (aye)
Racked up, im the young
johnny cash money
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