Peezy, Michigan Meech - Money & Hate lyrics

Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks

[Peezy, Michigan Meech - Money & Hate lyrics]

Bitches love money, these niggas love hate
Love money, love hate
Money, bitches love hate
Love money, love hate
Bitches love money, love hate
Love money, love hate money, hate
Love money,  love hate money, hate
Love money, love hate
Bitches love money, bitches love hate
Love money,  love hate money, love hate

You know I ain't goin' broke no
Mo' I made a promise
Know some shit about yo bitch I
Ain't gon' say about it
Cuz came home from jail
Send them baby bottles
Like fuck the gas prices go up the 80 dollars
Bro got a pint
I got a pint come so we can match
Crack the ceil I ain't leave it
But I'ma bring it back bread 11s
Gucci belt this shit don't even match
Wear the pants tight enough so
You can see the strap
Down the way them bitches
Going for quarter homie
And I only want 23 nigga put yours on it
And if them bitches comin' sealed
I want all of them
And I ain't goin' home for shit
I got it all on me
Chef Peezy nigga, he a cake mixer
Hit the lean, stretch it out
Make it taste different
If you ain't out here gettin' paid
You on the way nigga and them coming turkey
Boes nigga thanksgiving

These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money

My peoples wanted me to stay in school
But the game made me and
I ain't make the rules
Pops said if they ever get you in that room
They don't know shit cause if they
Did they wouldn't be asking you
Real shit you in a presence of a wanted man
Niggas undercuttin' trying to
Get the overhead
And my plug just hit me with a hundred grams
So if a nigga miss the
Summer jams hope you understand
The game ain't made for everybody
But it's just for me
If you go where's that you get it extra cheap
More cheese off the roxy's
Than you'll ever see
Catch a nigga dry snitching on my
Nigga, deal on if the seal on
Got a hit out on them with
R's I want them pills gone
Yeah we get the bag off but we still on
Just incase them bitches come compressed
Know they still gone

These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money
These niggas love hate money, hate
These bitches love money

Love money these bitches love money
Love money these niggas love hate
These bitches love money love money
These bitches love money love money

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