Lute - All About The Money lyrics

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Lute - All About The Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Jimmy Kelso] Lately I've been dreaming of my favorite Benz A model and a couple of her lady friends They're addicted to weed, clothes, and chardonay Life lessons are better learned the hard way Hard drop top down out in broad day Lord I'm sorry forgive me but sh** I need cake Malcolm said get means by any way, so I know my dreams coming like any day Stepping out clean when I pose for them pictures sh**tin' on them lames, make them hoes do the dishes All this money chasing I got time for no b**hes But its Kobe Bryant diamonds when I'm dealing with my mistress So imagine what my miss get, chavasi chandeliers hangin' in the kitchen She call it success, ya'll calling it trickin Motherf**er I'm blessed my mom calling me gifted Tell me how real is that Producers send me tracks its murder when I send it back Wack rappers and lame n***as that send me raps I'm just scoping from the top like handle that And now the views much clearer Fake rappers turn to lies when you first hear em Them other weak n***as is barely hittin' my mirror Its 2012 my n***a the truth is finally here [Hook] He said its all about the money, the cars, the clothes Boy thats all these n***as know Put a chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul for the hoes Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes Bruh thats all these b**hes knows Catch a n***a on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes He said its all about the money, the cars, the clothes Boy thats all these n***as know Put a chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul for the hoes Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes Bruh thats all these b**hes knows Catch a n***a on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes [Verse 2: Lute] He said my n***a peep the funk 'til we're out here on our grind So we rap about these nines to show n***as we no chumps Pray to God, never gave us a sign and popped the trunk But if he chills best believe I would dump Ain't your average hoodlum but n***a catch me in the slums though n***as tryna chief so you know we on that tonto Got it from the "esses" smoke a whole compo Rags in the crack smoke box the whole condo Welcome to the dojo, spit about a boatload so I can sit on four fours My n***as thats a (?), me and my n***as we make cla**ics Box chevy all black looking like a casket West side what it is, n***a whats happening West side running sh**, n***a who we lapping My n***a who we lapping West side running sh**, n***a whats happening [Hook] He said its all about the money, the cars, the clothes Boy thats all these n***as know Put a chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul for the hoes Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes Bruh thats all these b**hes knows Catch a n***a on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes He said its all about the money, the cars, the clothes Boy thats all these n***as know Put a chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul for the hoes Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes Bruh thats all these b**hes knows Catch a n***a on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes

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