pro money maker Lyrics

I'm just tryna get a bag I fell in love with paper

I always talk about money I'm a pro money maker

I can't fuck with snitches no, I can't fuck with no traitors

I'm just tryna get a bag and go, go, go, go

I might go to special ed this perc it got me slow

When I'm smiling you see diamonds it's whiter than a slope

Why the fuck he call me trash I just know he's tryna cope

Why the fuck he call me trash I just know that boy projectin

I'm just tryna fuck and then move on to the next thing

I feel like a banker the money I'm collectin

I told that bitch to FaceTime cause I don't do no texting

I'm just tryna go up I'm tryna go

I be sippin' drank bitch, I'm movin' slow

Pullin' out that chopstick it's finna blow

When I get that bag bitch, I'm goin' ghost

Open up some champagne

Let's have a toast

To gettin' all this paper

Let's have a toast

I don't like that bitch

Cause she do that most

I don't flex, bitch

I don't like to boast

Go, go, go, go

What the fuck

I'm just tryna get a bag I fell in love with paper

I always talk about money I'm a pro money maker

I can't fuck with snitches no, I can't fuck with no traitors

I'm just tryna get a bag and go, go, go, go

I might go to special ed this perc it got me slow

When I'm smiling you see diamonds it's whiter than a slope

Why the fuck he call me trash I just know he's tryna cope

An ultimate dick ride right there

In that push start fuck I need them keys for

Bro, take the two hands off

In that push start fuck I need them keys for

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