Ricky Desktop, Sheff G, Quelly Woo - Eazy Money lyrics

[Ricky Desktop, Sheff G, Quelly Woo - Eazy Money lyrics]

Easy money comin' in
All about a dollar, fuck about a friend, huh
'Member days up in the can
Now I touch a M, split it wit' the fam, huh
Easy money comin' in, huh
Easy money comin' in, huh
See this money comin' in
What a nigga stash, you gon' see us spend

I done came up off a re-up
My foot on the gas so I speed up, huh
She heard about gang, wanna meet up, huh
They doubt us before, now they greet us, huh
Don't trip on the gang, stay backin'
Shooter Gang shoot first, no askin'
Baby wanna take trips, no cappin', huh
No wonder she movin' so nasty
Shots in the scene, no actin'
Stomach, they thought he was laughin'
All these diamonds have bitches collapsin'
Please, don't run up
Leave you in a past tense
Lo-Look, I move cautious
Spin the block till the shit get nauseous
And I love when my bitch act bossy
And she love when I get too saucy


Easy money comin' in
All about a dollar, fuck about a friend, huh
'Member days up in the can
Now I touch a M, split it wit' the fam, huh
Easy money comin' in, huh
Easy money comin' in, huh
See this money comin' in
What a nigga stash, you gon' see us spend

Free Sheff outside duckin' the D tax
Bend your block like a double helix, huh
I make it hot, Phoenix
Heart cold, anemic, look new AMG, keyless
Call a M8V3R, he movin' egregious, huh
I'm gettin' racks, Venice
I'm Woo, you gon' see us win
Cuz see a opp, you gon' see him grin
Like, back out
Sheff bust a move with a tanner
CNC look like a traphouse
Easy money comin' in, all about a hundred
Had to take the fast route
G-Lock, never leave without
See six on me, I make 'em spin up

Easy money comin' in
All about a dollar, fuck about a friend, huh
'Member days up in the can
Now I touch a M, split it wit' the fam, huh
Easy money comin' in, huh
Easy money comin' in, huh
See this money comin' in
What a nigga stash, you gon' see us spend

They talkin' on how we lean shit
Shots at the boy if he move wock
Extended the Glock with a beam, bitch
Choppa slappin', don't want us to move hot
Shots in the scene, no actin'
Stomach, they thought he was laughin'
All these diamonds have bitches collapsin'
Please, don't run up
Leave you in a past tense
Lo-Look, I move cautious
Spin the block till the shit get nauseous
And I love when my bitch act bossy
And she love when I get too saucy

Easy money comin' in
All about a dollar, fuck about a friend, huh
'Member days up in the can
Now I touch a M, split it wit' the fam, huh
Easy money comin' in, huh
Easy money comin' in, huh
See this money comin' in
What a nigga stash, you gon' see us spend

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