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Allstar Jr - To This Money Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
My old bitch bad, my old bitch drive a foreign
I know the opp team mad at us, we be scoring
My shooter got the [?], leave the hood scortching
Make 50, put up 25 for your lawyer
I got a lotta game for free, a lot was certain
Pressing bitches for the pussy, that got old to me
My December baby bitch think she too cold to me
I'll have my [?] fuck a nigga out this [?]
Can't go back broke, I don't know what breaks are
I'm a trap all star, I know where the J's are
You can catch your [?], prosecutor racist
You ain't gotta read that shit, it's a statement
My new bitch, she a ten, but she [?] thick
My new bitch a [?] bitch, driving spaceships
Monеy leaves falling off the tree, wе gon' rake them
I don't even eat pork, I bring home bacon
Like a young daughter contract, he gon' shoot him
For the witness, say something, he gon' mute him
I can't stop fucking on these bitches, they be choosing
You done give that bitch a Percocet, she abuse it

[Chorus: Emodest]
Getting to this money
Rich baller way
I know I'm the shit by the way
I've been getting to this money
Balling, for sure
You know we up, check the score
Getting to this money
I know they mad, I took the need
Getting to this money
I know they mad, I took the need
I've been getting to this money
[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
The hoes go disappointing at every chance
This work never did, it jump like Ja Morant
I ain't had no chips, not even a dollar bag
He ain't need no bets, go buy him a hollow hat
Fuck nigga, I ain't go on trips when I was packing up
Came up off work, nigga, bird gang backing up
Clip her wings if this bird brain get to acting up
Fiends off they shit, wanna get high, ain't ask for us
Levels to this shit, could turn a pebble to a brick
You wanna spend some money, boy, do better than the bitch
In the kitchen cheffin', nigga, wear my metal for this shit
If the rex don't work, I'll break a kettle in this bitch
Love your bitch pussy, but I hate what her shit do to me
Hate counting the blues, but I love what they do for me
Travis Scott 1's, nigga, that's a stack of shoe on me
Who wanna have ear right now? Nigga, I got two on me
Call the phone, I got boes for the cheap
This ain't no bullshit, have your whole hood sleep
Heard your whole hood telling, got the whole hood sweeped
Ain't nobody getting rich, 'cause your whole hood cheap, nigga


[Chorus: Emodest]
Getting to this money
Rich baller way
I know I'm the shit by the way
I've been getting to this money
Balling, for sure
You know we up, check the score
Getting to this money
I know they I took the need
Getting to this money
I know they mad I took the need
I've been getting to this money