MadeinTYO - Money Up (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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MadeinTYO - Money Up (en) Lyrics
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Uh, uh, bitch you know you
lyin', no cap (Okay)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and
she throw it back (Ooh, ooh)
Get your money up, don't fuck
the money up (Phew, phew)
Uh, get your money up, don't fuck
the money up (Phew, phew)
Bih you know you lyin', no cap (Ooh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah,
and she throw it back
Uh, get your money up, don't
fuck the money up (Skrrr)
So much needle on, I
need a doctor (Ooh)
Uh, thought I knew that bih,
okay that's not her (Okay)
Fuck 12, I can't stand
a copper (Fuck 12)
Free Tay K, you 'posed
to be out here (Ooh)
Get your money up, yeah, don't fuck
the money up (Phew, phew)
Uh, I could get you boozed, on
your tummy tuck (Phew, phew)
But you ain't gotta touch it if
it's perfect (Phew, phew)
I don't wanna hear it, unless
it's worth it (Damn)
Hit it from the back, okay,
she forfeit (Damn)
Throw the towel in, throw
the towel in (Damn)
Let's take a lil' trip now
we stylin' (Vroom)
Let's take a lil' trip
now we stylin' (Okay)
Uh, uh, bitch you know you
lyin', no cap (Ooh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah,
and she throw it back (Phew)
This a tour, not a boys night (No)
Too mature for these
joyrides (How? Ooh)
Money heavy, gotta keep an eye
On my people, on my baby, where
they all reside (Ooh)
Cut the cheque, now I'm verified, ayy
Cop the check, now I'm
worth the time, ayy
Check the cops, make 'em pay the fines
Riot in the street, like
all the time, damn
Murda, murda, murda she
wrote (She wrote)
Why they gotta hit so low? (So low)
Undertaker, stay in the floor (Floor)
Why they gotta pistol blow? (Blow)
Crowd roarin', that shit clear my mic
Crowd surfin', kicked out
all the lights (Ooh)
Admission goin' up every night
Makin' me think twice, I'm like "Fuck,
what's my line?" (Skrr-skrr)
Uh, get your money up, don't
fuck the money up (Skrr)
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