Correction Lyrics Advanced Money/Doing Her Wrong by NLE Choppa

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-Eh, woah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, b*t*h I thug with the gang, it's the same when I'm out
If the boy not the same, then we bangin' it out
If you come to my house, there's a Glock every couch
Told the b*t*h he can't hang, so we lettin' him out
We do drills out this car, we be uppin' the count
Put the cash on his head, it look like advanced money, so my n***as they want that amount
Off of these meds, I move like damn junkie
All this pain that I got, it is locked
We do the offer and y'all do the talk
Take a look at this scope, up one, we chalk him
Threw me a body, damn right we caught it
We ain't gon' stop 'til the gang in a coffin
New Drac', just bought it, all black with some [?]
Your soul, we want it, that's what we robbin' for

Find a location, we pull up and face 'em
The jewelry, I take it, we need all of that
Straight to the block and I pose with a .50
They know how I'm comin', they know where I'm at
All black attire, I cover my tats
And if I see a opp, I'ma slam him like Shaq
Last n***a play with the gang, swear to god we left that boy limbs detached
Bad b*t*h hit my phone, say I'm doin' her wrong, but I keep doing her wrong
Momma tell me not to leave the house without my chrome, I live in a warzone
This opp pack that I'm smokin' on too strong, it got my wig gon'
Opps chillin' in the house, they quarantining, slide on 'em in person
Ayy, only sit with bosses at the tables, I don't talk to the haters
Show a n***a what's in line [?]
I'ma leave him dry when I bait him
Bullets gon' hit, we ain't never gonna graze him
F**k with your folks, but your momma can't save 'em
Thug to bone, been this way since the cradle
I'ma [?] to the grave and it's somethin' that I stand on
F**k a opp b*t*h screamin' Crip with my flag on
I'ma get your mans killed [?] that n***a make a sad song
I send a hit of the flip, I might throw away the iPhone
I'ma up off the rip if he look and [?]
Let that b*t*h keep on talkin', he type on
Catch that b*t*h out in traffic, the pipe on him
Yeah we clutch automatics we might [?]
Better approach with caution, I got a warrant
Slid on the opps we hit two in a row
And I'm lettin' off shots when he open the door
N***as be duckin' and hidin' and sendin' subliminals
Really we all know the score
Draco bullets ripped him up and clipped him up
Slipped him up like he walkin' on soap
N***as know I keep it tucked, might stick 'em up
I can't get it caught without on him

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