Correction Lyrics Money On My Head by Moneybagg Yo

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Whole lotta sus sh*t no scrub sh*t n***a
Get money and stop hating f**kboy
You understand me, aye aye aye

These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking wе ain't with the computers

Black leadеrs of our days, yeah my n***as some bloods
See these diamonds round my neck, yeah I got this out the mud
Common revolution in progress, my n***a Juicy a crip
Step out and bounce I hit his line, my n***a Juicy'll trip
f**k I look like beef with n***as I'm too big for y'all
The first to make it out my city look what I did for y'all
You n***as cutting on my side what was you thinking though
You n***as getting out of line you need a spanking dawg
Mannie Fresh, watch a n***a get his roll on
Baby girl how you a freak you got your clothes on
When I pick up my lil shooter all he need is a molly
When I pick up my lil shooter he gon' catch him a body

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, go)
Already be fly before I even board a flight (Just land)
Ducked off in the trenches they thought I was losing sight (Can't see me)
We push when it's necessary don't believe the hype (Go)
I'm a young n***a don't give a f**k and that's her favorite type
Man you know that ain't my speed why you running make a post
They gon' do it they gon' go
Boss and drug can't tell them blow (Shoot)
Hitters pulled a triple double they scored three times in a row
Prefer my drugs raw like me I hate when they play with the dope (f**k)
Hit my [?] for a reason he a rat and I knew it (Knew it)
Tunnel vision 'bout this paper how I'm getting straight to it (Gone)
Everything I do exclusive, this the latest in Louie (Drip)
Ain't a soul f**king with me, we can end the conclusion
Facts

I'd rather catch him in the car than catch him on feet, aye
Yeah you scoped but I'ma catch you n***as four deep
The way he ran them down you swear them boys had no heat
Them n***as chicken, yeah they sour, yeah they so sweet
Semi looking clean, Wavy where you got your fade at?
n***as wanna ride shotgun they see me laid back
See them keys and them guns there, you can have that
Please don't call my phone if you hesitate to grab that
n***as hollering gang just to flip me up on Snapchat
When I up you gon' run, you won't have no time to clap back
Spin a n***a round, put two shots in his snapback
Leave a n***a in the store in a bag, like some Rap Snacks

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