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Ain’t Bout Da Money lyrics

Performer LJ Da Trophy

Ain’t Bout Da Money song lyrics by LJ Da Trophy official

Ain’t Bout Da Money is a song in English

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(You know who it is on this mic)
It's LJ on the mic
(On the mic nah I'm the off, nah I'm just kidding)
If you ain't bout this money
(If you ain't bout this mother fucking money nigga)
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Get up outta my fucking face
I make three racks a day that's more than you make
Chocolate chip vanilla shake my bm got the cake
It's bigger than a wedding cake I'll fuck her all damm day
I'm from the USA
I look down the hallway
And now she walking my way I don't know what to say
She asked me if I was okay I told I ain't okay I just need my time
And my fucking space
It's LJ on the mic nigga
I come thru with the squad nigga what the fuck you looking at
You don't want no smoke
I'm selling crack coke and that dope
I don't understand why still looking for
Now I gotta shoot you now you on the floor
My nigga you should've listen to me the first time now
I'm behind bars doing feds time
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If it ain't about that bread youngblood don't bang my line
50 stacks 100 stacks me and mine doing fine
The team strong the rhyme right you ain't on my time
The watch different so they watch different you ain't built for my grind
We touchdown we take off yeah nigga we flying
We smoke the best you smoke the rest yeah nigga we high
You play around we lay you down yeah nigga you dying
Check out the foreign rari roaring with a bad bitch inside it
See how I'm dealing you know you caught that bad hand
Rolla the dice snake eyes ace out again Fam
50 cal Choppa style yeah nigga you dancing
Cognac we sipping yeah nigga that Branson
High life I'm living yeah nigga that mansion
Jet skis and palm trees yeah nigga we thriving
Bigger bucks Get bigger trucks yeah nigga I'm driven
This is what I'm on so I ask y'all how you living
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
If you ain't bout this fucking money
Then you must be a fucking dummy
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Jordan Deaver, T. Worrell
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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