Tony Shhnow & 10kDunkin - STRUGGLE TO PESOS lyrics

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Tony Shhnow & 10kDunkin - STRUGGLE TO PESOS lyrics

[Intro] (BenjiCold, why you icy?) (DJ Lil Keem, what up?) [Chorus: 10KDunkin] This ain't nothing I ain't seen before I go up just like some Tesla doors I touch money then I want some more She talk too much, she hit the door When she do too much, she gotta go Told myself, I gotta blow She make a scene, we turn it to a show Tell me something that I don't know Drop a pin, that boy a no-show I got some hoes that stay in NoHo You gotta keep it on the low-low I keep that fire on me, I can't go Run to them racks, can't twist my ankle This stick got kick, I changed my angle We turned his hat into a halo We turned that struggle to them pesos [Verse: Tony Shhnow] I turned my struggle to some racks Foreign cars parked back to back There's one way out and I can't look back With a bad ass b*tch and she getting in the mood When the streets get hot, better know how to play it cool Counting up them old hundreds but when he see me, act new Counting up them old hundreds but this stick on me not You ain't gotta be a dad, you could play and get popped [?] we don't play with no pops Keep a strap, Velcro, but I'm having big knots Big-ass Drac' make a ni**a heart drop She keep going 'cause that check don't stop I'm sitting, kickstand, I can't punch no clock I can't fu*k with these ni**as 'cause ni**as like b*tches They end up switching up anyway I'm in the trap, up a hundred K Twisting my wrist up in the kitchen, I ain't making Minute Maid I put a four in the Gatorade Foreign lil ho and she wanna go play with her nose today I got 'em pissy like lemonade I was dead broke on my ass but a young ni**a made a way Just me and my ni**as, can't take away Like [?] took a AK Counting chicken, she can serve it out JJ's Underground king, hall of fame mixtape No replay, hall of fame, who tape? No replay, this sh*t I seen My check good but this bad b*tch mean Keep tryna test us, you gon' see what I mean [Chorus: 10KDunkin] This ain't nothing I ain't seen before I go up just like some Tesla doors I touch money then I want some more She talk too much, she hit the door When she do too much, she gotta go Told myself, I gotta blow She make a scene, we turn it to a show Tell me something that I don't know Drop a pin, that boy a no-show I got some hoes that stay in NoHo You gotta keep it on the low-low I keep that fire on me, I can't go Run to them racks, can't twist my ankle This stick got kick, I changed my angle We turned his hat into a halo We turned that struggle to them pesos

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