Clavish - B22 Money lyrics

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Ah, I got rappers in my
DM tryna disrespect my worth
Offerin' B22 money for a verse
See, I don't know what you heard
Or if you heard how I'm comin'
Couple rounds, I ain't cuffin'
She belongs to the streets
Are you buzzin'? She a ho
I hope she ain't tellin' people she my cousin
In my mouth I put half-a dozen
Get the prettiest of women
With minimal discussion and, of course
We brang it with us if you
See us in the function in the hood
Niggas got to watch their tone if
They ain't one to step
Started off the year not buying Jordans
Bought some guns instead
Thеy value their life
So whеn they see us they just run instead
Free my big homie
We left couple man on pebble beds
Karma's a bitch, and a crazy one
So I ain't gonna rap about anybody's boo
Or their baby-mum
But niggas need to start strappin' up
You're breedin' girls that will
Go and fuck guys
That wanna see you in the mud
What the Hell? What the fuck?
You is only on that block 'cause
You is not one of us mum caught me baggin'
What's the chance she's not gonna cuss?
If they're sendin' me to jail
Or I'm on tour
Only time you'll see me on a bus
I might need four hands to
Count the niggas I love
But, I don't even need one to
Count the niggas I trust
I might need six hands to
Count the niggas I've robbed
That could've been their mobile phone
Their wife or a box
And the fiends they be taking pics
But very rare they're sayin', "Cheese"
Girls wanna fuck with me, it's
Rare that they ain't sayin', "Please"
SPRs, AMGs, niggas think they been about
But where were they when we were
Going Sports Direct to KFC?
I need to leave the hood more and
Spend more time in Duty Free
Every time I buy jewels
I'ma buy a new machine
Stepped out with zero miles, new Amiri
New CELINE
My Forces cost a extra bill, 'cause
On the side it says, "Supreme"
Insta' got this dropper stressin' me
She's askin' why she follows me
And why I follow Tennessee free Swady
All he wants is niggas pourin' Hennessey
My Mali one, no BBL
Her back bigger than Hennedey's
Mummy found my crack
Told me she prefer me sellin' weed
I tried, but that weren't my thing
So I'm back sellin' these
Mood swings be on fleek when
I'm in the cemetery niggas diss the dead
Them niggas got more dead niggas than me
That don't make no sense
Niggas been in the trap for years
And they ain't made a pence
I've seen couple niggas get it worse
For sittin' on the fence
My youngins can't drive, so
If they wanna ride, i give them peds
And, they don't owe me shit if
It's stab wounds and nothin' less
She loves my smile, probably 'cause it's VVS
I bet you I can still hit it even
Though she knows that I jeet her friends
Me and Big Wo probably'll drill if we attend
Now, bare niggas gotta get back
If we meet again