MONEY DONE GEEKED - M HUNCHO VERSION

[Intro: Lil Gotit] (Money done geeked on this motherfucker) [Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit] Money done geeked (Yeah) Money on fleek (Top Chef) Money done geeked Money on fleek (I'm on that long live Pope shit, nigga) Money done geeked (Let the beat ride) Money on fleek (Yeah) Money done geeked (Yeah) Money on fleek (Yeah, Top Chef) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I cannot go back and forth with these lil' bitty niggas I'm tellin' you, I'm tired of this shit (Tired) Celine frames just to acknowledgе the bitch (Slime) Private flight gang, I'm with pilots and shit (Phеw) Icebox lit, let him polish my wrist Word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (Word in the town) She pushin' P, she ain't fight 'bout no dick (Push) Unless it's a player, she swingin' that blick (Push it) Swingin' that glizzy, I don't care for a diss If she Handy Manny, it ain't nothin' we can't fix (Brr) These niggas cap, they ain't touched a brick You wouldn't even know what to do with that shit Whole bunch of kizzy, they actin' fake rich (Kizzy) Don't know 'bout these boys, get 'em out of my mix This shit slime, fuck the rest of that shit These niggas broke, hundred thousand ain't shit (On God) [Verse 1: Lil Gotit] [Sun kist?] [?], yeah Pushin' on the street with a player (Hoodbaby) Know them boys gettin' bands (Yah) Diamonds on my jacket, Rick Flair (Hoodbaby) Tell on business, ya’ll tuckin' y'all tail We run Atlanta, done kicked out the mayor (Yeah) Pinky ring, pinky ring cost some wealth (Pinky ring) Bro, go pussy ring on her cell (Yeah) Studio junkie chain, some flash (Slatty) These niggas too lame, no shade (Yeah) Boy, fuck a mention, we really don't care Fur on my back like I'm fightin' a bear (Hoodbaby) We ain't poppin' none of that cheap shit (Yeah) On that hit, her and friend on that freak shit (Brr) My Hatians Z'd up and they B-ing (Z-ing) So much Avianne, bitch, I'm freezin' (Brr) 360 Boy, know that blicky gon' spin, spin (Spin, spin, boy) Name a lil' bitch or a ho I ain't been in (Ain't been on) Drop an addy, a lo' we ain't been in (Spin, spin) Fuck that, double back, we ain't finish (Spin again) [Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit] Money done geeked (Let the beat ride) Money on fleek (Yeah) Money done geeked Money on fleek (Top Chef) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I can't go back and forth with these lil' bitty niggas I'm tellin' you, I'm tired of this shit (Tired) Celine frames just to acknowledge the bitch (Slide) Private flight gang, I'm with pilots and shit (Phew) Icebox lit, let him polish my wrist Word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (Word in the town) She pushin' P, she ain't fight 'bout no dick (Push) Unless it's a player, she swingin' that blick (Push it) Swingin' that glizzy, I don't care for a diss If she Handy Manny, it ain't nothin' we can't fix (Brr) These niggas cap, they ain't touched a brick You wouldn't even know what to do with that shit Whole bunch of kizzy, they actin' fake rich (Kizzy) Don't know 'bout these boys, get 'em out of my mix This shit slime, fuck the rest of that shit These niggas broke, hundred thousand ain't shit [Verse 2: M Huncho] Lin' (Hunch') Yeah, hundred thousand ain't shit Good in my hood, man, I drive with no tints (Tints) Stashing a brick at the back of the fridge I done too many favors, I'm tired of this shit (Shit) Police is really indicting us, shit (Sheesh) Louis bandana just hanging and shit (Sheesh) These brothers they lying, they ain't seen a brick (Yee, Hunch’, yee) I'm pushing this shit to the limit (Hmm) My brothers with it, then I'm with it, yeah Stick in my hand like it’s Quidditch (Yee) This shit is really no gimmick (Gimmick, yeah) My mama told me, "The sky is the limit" (Limit, yeah) Drivin' a rocket, my dash is a digi', I'm flyin' I tell a bitch to get out, why you lying? Go make two-fifty without even tryin' VVs on VVs on VVs, they shine I go tell my brothers this shit is for life (Life, life, life, life) I fuck on this ho (Smash), can't make her my wife, wife, wife, wife I ain't doin' no back and forths with these clowns, they wastin' my time, time, time, time [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I can't go back and forth with these lil' bitty niggas I'm tellin' you, I'm tired of this shit (Tired) Celine frames just to acknowledge the bitch (Slide) Private flight gang, I'm with pilots and shit (Phew) Icebox lit, let him polish my wrist Word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (Word in the town) She pushin' P, she ain't fight 'bout no dick (Push) Unless it's a player, she swingin' that blick (Push it) Swingin' that glizzy, I don't care for a diss If she Handy Manny, it ain't nothin' we can't fix (Brr) These niggas cap, they ain't touched a brick You wouldn't even know what to do with that shit Whole bunch of kizzy, they actin' fake rich (Kizzy) Don't know 'bout these boys, get 'em out of my mix This shit slime, fuck the rest of that shit These niggas broke, hundred thousand ain't shit (On God) [Outro: Lil Gotit] Money done geeked Money on fleek Money done geeked Money on fleek Money done geeked Money on fleek Money done geeked Money on fleek Money done geeked Money on fleek Money done geeked Money on fleek (I'm on that long live Pope shit, nigga) Money done geeked Money on fleek Money done geeked Money on fleek