Money Convo Lyrics By 21 Savage
Peon ass ****
Levi's and Adidas ass ****
Hi-Point having ass ****
I got a glock and it don't jam, I blast ****
You a lovey-dovey, buy a ring ****
I'm the type to pass her to the team, ****
You went and bought that bitch Céline ****?
Now she fuckin' me I know you wanna kill her
And I sold dope on my 10 toes
We ain't fallin' out over free hoes
21 Savage still in savage mode
I though I told you I'ma savage on these hoes
Maybach with the curtains up
I'm with Nudy, he gon' burn you up
Fake gangbangin' **** turned into a snitch
When against that 21, I left him in a ditch
Pull up
We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas
Hol' up
We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash
Hol' up
Wanna fuck me, I'm like yas, yas, yas
Hol' up
VVS you're trippin', dance, dance, dance
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Bitch, I came straight from the bottom, **** and I'm still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
Ak-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo
Money talk, yea ****, cash talk, yea ****
Ridin' 'round with that yopper tryna duck the feds, ****
Oh you drinkin' green? Nope, only drank that red, ****
Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
**** know I blast off, pull up with the mask off
Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
I've been gettin' so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta, you ain't ever shot nobody
I don't wanna hear them stories 'bout them fake bodies
Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti
**** get wack, thinkin' they hard cause they on molly
I'm the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out
You a dick jumpin' faggot, you a mascot
You beat yo bitch 'cause she walk 'round with her ass out
They wanna rob me 'cause I walk 'round with that bag out
Drinkin' syrup, little bitch I finna pass out
Never slippin', Glock 40 with a red dot
Seven figure ****, money all I talk about
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what ya talkin' 'bout?
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Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Bitch, I came straight from the bottom, **** and I'm still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
Ak-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo
Metro boomin' want some more, ****
