Tony Shhnow - Rush Hour, Pt. 3 lyrics

I really like to use cash popstar!

It's something bout that money
Man I can't get enough
Shawty going down cuz my damn paper up
They try to steal my sound cuz
They know they sound suck

In a foreign Benz kicking like Jet Li
She want everything, girl you just met me
Paint her face, girl why you so messy
I keep hunnids shawty, why you wanna test me
Tit's on my Glock
Play I'm finna breast feed
Shooter take off with the choppa
Hit ya chest piece
Got books, call the bookie, I bet it
Still talking I know he ain't ready

When I first touched the check
That's whеn I found love
Man this job ain't work
I hit the block and found drugs
Hit the trap and grab somе weight
I put the pounds up
A lot of niggas they fell off
My money still up you can call me Iron Man
I keep the steel tucked
Or you could call me John Deer
Cuz I keep real bucks in the trap one onion
My plug about to tear up
I only talk to money
Shawty lift your ears up

In a foreign Benz kicking like Jet Li
She want everything, girl you just met me
Paint her face, girl why you so messy
I keep hunnids shawty, why you wanna test me
Tit's on my Glock
Play I'm finna breast feed
Shooter take off with the choppa
Hit ya chest piece
Got books, call the bookie, I bet it
Still talking I know he ain't ready

In a foreign Benz kicking like Jet Li
She want everything, girl you just met me
Paint her face, girl why you so messy
I keep hunnids shawty, why you wanna test me
Tit's on my Glock
Play I'm finna breast feed
Shooter take off with the choppa
Hit ya chest piece
Got books, call the bookie, I bet it
Still talking I know he ain't ready