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MONEY SAVAGE Video (MV)




Performed By: Alex Rivera
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Alejandro Rivera, Dimitri Roger




Alex Rivera - MONEY SAVAGE Lyrics




I am a money savage, b*tch, I'm a f*ckin' addict
The Bands automatic, n*ggas think two
The racks all blue, told her bring him back like part two
Neutral visual at the top, made it 50 on the block

I made it 50, at the block
And all my brothers, start like a rock
If you play with the game, then you get knocked
We got the finest b*tches in the drop

We just got them whips that we just popped
N*gga, swing that pot and you get popped
I just tried to 50 on the slops
We a money savage on the crop

I am a money savage, b*tch, I'm a f*ckin' addict
The bands automatic, n*ggas think two
The racks all blue, told her bring him back like part two
Neutral visual at the top, made it 50 on the block

Ayy, I'm a money savage, no touchin' blues
New money like this, ain't 1952
This the new move, digitally spendin
That's the groove, this is what I do, yeah

Little man, big spendin', comin' through
Like, yeah, baby, let me buy you that Balenciaga too.
And I got it like that & she got a cute face, nice hands, nice ass

I am a money savage, b*tch, I'm a f*ckin' addict
The bands automatic, n*ggas think two
The racks all blue, told her bring him back like part two
Neutral visual at the top, made it 50 on the block

Addicted to them racks, but I attract them too
Don't gotta try hard, that's what the magic do
Go ahead, pop that 1942
Latino gang, yeah, we ridin' through, go

Flash the patek for the flicks, insta-feeds
Take a pic, don't gotta f*ck with you
Make me look crazy when you don't know the truth.
Got the world on the palm of my hand

And I'm elevating too
I work for me, I don't work for you
That's a boss, yeah, that's what I gotta do
Angel from the skies, comin' through the rise

Money on my mind, never forget to open my eyes
Racks blue, blood green
Told you I'm an alien
Flew past you off a beam

Make a million in a beam
F*ck me? f*ck you and your self-esteem...
Your ego bit bigger than what you seem...
My boy selling bricks like he from Medelln

Trust me when I tell you I'm an alien
I can see through things you probably never seen
Celebrate W's with my team
Lucid dreams, but you only believe in what you see

With my mills, that's where I'ma be
No distractions make me feel so free
Now I pull up in the lamb so green...
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I am a money savage, b*tch, I'm a f*ckin' addict
The Bands automatic, n*ggas think two
The racks all blue, told her bring him back like part two
Neutral visual at the top, made it 50 on the block

I made it 50, at the block
And all my brothers, start like a rock
If you play with the game, then you get knocked
We got the finest b*tches in the drop

We just got them whips that we just popped
N*gga, swing that pot and you get popped
I just tried to 50 on the slops
We a money savage on the crop

I am a money savage, b*tch, I'm a f*ckin' addict
The bands automatic, n*ggas think two
The racks all blue, told her bring him back like part two
Neutral visual at the top, made it 50 on the block

Ayy, I'm a money savage, no touchin' blues
New money like this, ain't 1952
This the new move, digitally spendin
That's the groove, this is what I do, yeah

Little man, big spendin', comin' through
Like, yeah, baby, let me buy you that Balenciaga too.
And I got it like that & she got a cute face, nice hands, nice ass

I am a money savage, b*tch, I'm a f*ckin' addict
The bands automatic, n*ggas think two
The racks all blue, told her bring him back like part two
Neutral visual at the top, made it 50 on the block

Addicted to them racks, but I attract them too
Don't gotta try hard, that's what the magic do
Go ahead, pop that 1942
Latino gang, yeah, we ridin' through, go

Flash the patek for the flicks, insta-feeds
Take a pic, don't gotta f*ck with you
Make me look crazy when you don't know the truth.
Got the world on the palm of my hand

And I'm elevating too
I work for me, I don't work for you
That's a boss, yeah, that's what I gotta do
Angel from the skies, comin' through the rise

Money on my mind, never forget to open my eyes
Racks blue, blood green
Told you I'm an alien
Flew past you off a beam

Make a million in a beam
F*ck me? f*ck you and your self-esteem...
Your ego bit bigger than what you seem...
My boy selling bricks like he from Medelln

Trust me when I tell you I'm an alien
I can see through things you probably never seen
Celebrate W's with my team
Lucid dreams, but you only believe in what you see

With my mills, that's where I'ma be
No distractions make me feel so free
Now I pull up in the lamb so green...
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Writer: Alejandro Rivera, Dimitri Roger
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