Kyyngg – Money Fein Lyrics

[Hook]
All this pain got me going against myself
I don’t do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth
Why would I trust you niggas? Shit, I barely trust the ceilin’
Rather f*ck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin’s, yeah
Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff
Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb
Bet he gon’ understand, make you run on your pad
For all that stunting that you doing, gon’ make a nigga mad

[Verse 1]
I’m money fiending every day
It was me and Prynce in these streets, tryna find our way
The closer that I get, the more these niggas turning fake
It ain’t no pressure with that extra, keep my weapon
I’m on this p*ssy like my nickname Dr. Jekyll
I put the [?] bitch made her put on my schedule
I couldn’t save it, killed that p*ssy like a devil
But we can lay up, you gotta pay me for that
Bitch, I ain’t stupid, thinks I’ll lose it, I’ma up this toolie
Shoot you like a movie, all my lil niggas young and they ruthless
Dipping in the mazi, now they running and ducking the shooters
Ain’t no more talking, bitch, you domeless, end of confusion

[Hook]
All this pain got me going against myself
I don’t do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth
Why would I trust you niggas? Shit, I barely trust the ceilin’
Rather f*ck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin’s, yeah

Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff
Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb
Bet he gon’ understand, make you run on your pad
For all that stunting that you doing, gon’ make a nigga mad

[Verse 2]
I can’t be f*cking with you niggas, y’all ain’t feeling my pain
I’m fresh out them slums, don’t make me shoot off your brain, yeah
I do this shit for New Orleans, I’m tryna f*ck on yo’ lil bitty bitch
Put the dick all in her organs, then pass that lil bitch to my bro
Oh, [?] coach
Yeah, can’t check my temp, bitch, I’m hotter than stoves
Oh, make your lil bitch go wherever I go
Yeah, make that hoe dope me up
In the coupe with no roof
I can’t f*ck with you broke niggas, you think that leachin’ shit cool?
I’m a motherf*cking giant, like, “Who is these little dudes?”
We gon’ pull up, wipe that shit out then get right back to the move

[Hook]
All this pain got me going against myself
I don’t do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth
Why would I trust you niggas? Shit, I barely trust the ceilin’
Rather f*ck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin’s, yeah
Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff
Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb
Bet he gon’ understand, make you run on your pad
For all that stunting that you doing, gon’ make a nigga mad

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