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Ot7quanny - Bout My Money Feat Bossman Dlow Lyrics

(Ayo, Saint)
(Damn, Cheme, how you do that?)

I know one thing, I'm 'bout my money (Yeah)
Jump out at the corner store, left the Wraith runnin' (Yoom)
Candy-green Culli' look like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
Left wrist got points like I play basketball (Bling)
Bad bitches love me, I can't get 'em off me (I can't get 'em off me)
Breath probably stink, all this dog shit talkin' (Rrr)
Boy, you think this a game? You ain't on my level (Boy)
Dunk on a nigga ass like I'm Anthony Edwards (Yeah)

Fell in love with drugs, I'm locked in with the plug (Brrt)
Louis bag stuffed, 250K in dubs, huh
Shit-poppin' committee, they know how we comin', huh (Yeah)
Boy, I feel like Plies, I got plenty money (Money)
I'm a dog-ass nigga, I love gettin' chicken (Chicken)
Spent that boy life savings at designer district (Yeah)
I got all kind of drip, I mix Gucci with Marni (Yeah)
Me and Quanny make you run it up faster than Sha'Carri (Richardson)
I'm iced up, yup (Yup), they like us? Nope (Nope)
I'm young and turnt, boy (Boy), I ain't goin' broke (Pussy)
Neck a whole brick, this shit on the floor (Yeah)
She like: Oh shit, I never seen a Ghost (Yeah)

I know one thing, I'm 'bout my money (Yeah)
Jump out at the corner store, left the Wraith runnin' (Yoom)
Candy-green Culli' look like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
Left wrist got points like I play basketball (Bling)
Bad bitches love me, I can't get 'em off me (I can't get 'em off me)
Breath probably stink, all this dog shit talkin' (Rrr)
Boy, you think this a game? You ain't on my level (Boy)
Dunk on a nigga ass like I'm Anthony Edwards (Yeah)

I know one thing, I'm 'bout my money (Yeah)
Jump out at the jewelry store, I'm 'bout to spend some hundreds (Frrt)
Foreigns back to back, 'bout my skrilla like I'm Yak, huh
Sosa get them racks, 500K in my lap (Yeah)
Goin' broke, nope (Nope), I give the trenches hope (Hope)
You know I'm a GOAT, pulled up in that fuckin' Ghost (In that fuckin' Ghost)
I'm gettin' money, yes (Yes), I'm all about that check (Check)
And I hope that vest you bought got a turtleneck (Pussy)
I feel like Birdman, I'm number-one stunna (Number-one stunna)
All my chains bussin' (All my chains bussin'), this shit ain't nothin', huh (This shit ain't nothin')
Left the Wraith runnin', my young niggas straight gunnin' (Straight gunnin')
Uh, uh, my young niggas straight gunnin'
And I ain't come to play, Maybach cost 300K (300K)
I hear 'em sayin' I went broke, it ain't no fuckin' way, huh (Ain't no fuckin' way)
Get straight to that guap, my pockets filled up with knots (Filled up with guap)
He tryna run from the chop, frrt, that bitch hit his top (Frrt)
I went from rags to riches, foreign cars, racks, and bitches, huh
I'm really havin' chicken, rubber-band stacker, nigga
Huh, huh
I'm really havin' chicken, rubber band stackin', nigga (Beep)

I know one thing, I'm 'bout my money (Yeah)
Jump out at the corner store, left the Wraith runnin' (Yoom)
Candy-green Culli' look like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
Left wrist got points like I play basketball (Bling)
Bad bitches love me, I can't get 'em off me (I can't get 'em off me)
Breath probably stink, all this dog shit talkin' (Rrr)
Boy, you think this a game? You ain't on my level (Boy)
Dunk on a nigga ass like I'm Anthony Edwards (Yeah)