SALABOUTMONEY ft. Vinny Schuetz & BZ Motive Lyrics

Ayy, ayy

Know what it is, man, Vinny Schuetz, TCB, BZ Motive

Aye tell him what it is, man

Run that shit, ayy

You mean like right now

Uh, ayy, ayy

Like right now, right now

Hold on, I'ma rip this hoe right here, uhh, ay

I put my dick in her guts, it got rearranged

The life that I been livin' so crazy

This shit feel strange

And my life's like a book, gotta turn the page

I been an OG since the fuckin' sixth grade

Doin' this shit like it's Yayo

When I'm ridin' straight to Bako

And I got that 45 up on me and I tote the Draco

When I'm sippin' on the Faygo

Yeah, this shit gon' get me faded

And I pulled up, goin' up

Just like a fuckin' elevator

Need a cat like Doja, Doja Cat

With an ass that's fat

And that shit gon' clap

She make a clap, round of applause

She gon' throw it back, and

I need all of my hunnids in the duffel bag

Ayy, ayy, like, damn, baby, where that money at

Ayy, like, damn, baby, where that money at

Ayy, you got that cash, I'ma need that

Huh, what it is

My shades gon' block all the haters

I'm in the hill with the players

Got no complaints from my neighbors

My diamonds water, they glacier

I'm fresh as fuck outta Beverly

I make em' refresh they memory

My diamonds gifted from charity

I beat your favorite celebrity

I be the best off they wish list

These bitches want me for Christmas

I'm gettin' paid for my (shhh)

I'm gettin' paid for my business

Nah I ain't sick, I'm the illest

Nah I ain't sick, I'm the illest

I told lil' baby, what is it with me? Huh

I'm in a big body Benz

I told her, bring all your friends

And when I pop inside the party

Introduce me again

And I got money to spend

I got some bitches to fuck

I told them, shut the fuck up

If you ain't payin' no bucks

Cause it's all about the money

Could give a fuck who you give it to

Ha, I told her, bring a few friends

And we gon' turn up to the late night

Ayy, come on, BZ, tell him what it is, man

They screaming BZ go stupid

He fly around like he Cupid

But they don't know if they trust him

Just cause he knows what he doing

He tote big bags

Full of green covered in blues

And he don't give a fuck bout you

If you having trouble to choose

I had to make some decisions

Up in this hell that I live in

I had to switch the prescription

So I'd stop hearing the bitchin

I need four fives round me

Need to ride with protection

These bitches screaming BZ

When I be up in they section

Damn I really love they way it feel

God damn it feel good when I make this mil

Yeah they don't ask me if it's real

They can hear in every word

That I mufuckin spill

Cause It come straight off my chest

I'm putting problem to rest

These banks accounts be getting bigger

So I don't sweat from the stress

I fell in love with her neck

I pay to crystal her set

So they all know there ain't a shot

When they be up in her chest

I'm talking digital dash

She steady hope I don't crash

Spend it all on designer

If ima spend it in cash

We gonna make it right back

Me and my boys never lag

I'll be cruisin' through your city

New convertible jag

I put my dick in her guts, it got rearranged

The life that I been livin' so crazy

This shit feel strange

And my life's like a book, gotta turn the page

I been an OG since the fuckin' sixth grade

Doin' this shit like it's Yayo

When I'm ridin' straight to Bako

And I got that 45 up on me and I tote the Draco

When I'm sippin' on the Faygo,

Yeah, this shit gon' get me faded

And I pulled up, goin' up

Just like a fuckin' elevator

Sippin' dirty

It's all in my soda

I just pulled up in that fuckin' Rover

Bad bitch, finna bend over

Vinny Shuetz, when is he ever sober

This shit's devastated when we pull up

Ayy, 2022, no, we gon' blow up

Ayy, flow so sick, made a bitch throw up

Ayy, me and all my brothers, yeah

We on the come up

SALABOUTMONEY

(Word To Ya Momma)

SALABOUTMONEY

(Word To Ya Momma)