CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Related Through Money

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah

Top floor sh*t
I'm in this b*t*h with a top floor b*t*h
Yeah, we havin' racks, yeah, a lot of them sh*ts
Pull up to the spot and just wait in the lobby, lil' b*t*h
Ksubi denims, spend a lot on them sh*ts
B*t*h, I'm in LA blowin' racks in Saks Fifth
Yeah, I got a bag and a bad b*t*h
These n***as scary, killing sh*t like A**a**in's Creed, n***a
And it's Rick Owens all on my jeans, n***a
Yeah, I get money, so no I don't need b*t*hes
If I told you what I seen then you wouldn't believe this sh*t
Yeah, this sh*t Margiela, no it's not Supreme, b*t*h
All my brothers real right and they bleedin', b*t*h
I'm smoking exotic dope 'cause I need it, b*t*h
Designer closet, n***a, have you seen this sh*t?
This sh*t exotic, n***a, you ain't seen this sh*t

See, I switched the city up just like a season, n***a
Brand-new drip, yeah, this sh*t in season, n***a
I'm getting rich, no, I do not need a b*t*h
And we gon' wipe your nose if you sneezin', n***a
Yeah, smoking dope, I'm breathing different
So many different hoes, I ain't seen these b*t*hes
These n***as broke as hell, they ain't gettin' no money
I'm out in California where it's always sunny
I was just in the hallways bummy
Now me and my brothers related through money
Now we havin' hoes like a Playboy bunny
And these broke n***as can't take sh*t from me
Constantly count these hundreds, yeah
I'ma just get these racks because they can't stop comin'
Me and slime, we love new money
Top floor gang, you can't be bummy
Don't come 'round, you don't get money
All red fifties 'cause it's bloody
Twin dripped down in Psycho Bunny
Young n***as always dummy
I was posted on the block like [?]
I was smokin' exotic marijuana
Get blacked out like Obama
This Glizzy get hot like a sauna
This b*t*h lil' straight, she could be fine
Shrimp on my plate, this ain't no diner
This sh*t getting perfect with timing
They eat up the drip like it's salmon
You say it's designer, you lying
Don't care 'bout the price, I'ma buy it
These n***as not juggin', they trying
Dumb n***a, you run up, you dying
This dripping is changing the climate
This one of one, you cannot find it
Your ho, she going in private
Yeah, my killers is wearing disguises
Top floor sh*t
I'm in this b*t*h with a top floor b*t*h
Yeah, we havin' racks, yeah, a lot of them sh*ts
Pull up to the spot and just wait in the lobby, lil' b*t*h
Ksubi denims, spend a lot on them sh*ts
B*t*h, I'm in LA blowin' racks in Saks Fifth
Yeah, I got a bag and a bad b*t*h
These n***as scary, killing sh*t like A**a**in's Creed, n***a
And it's Rick Owens all on my jeans, n***a
Yeah, I get money, so no I don't need b*t*hes
If I told you what I seen then you wouldn't believe this sh*t
Yeah, this sh*t Margiela, no it's not Supreme, b*t*h
All my brothers real right and they bleedin', b*t*h
I'm smoking exotic dope 'cause I need it, b*t*h
Designer closet, n***a, have you seen this sh*t?
This sh*t exotic, n***a, you ain't seen this sh*t