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MONEY TREES Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Stunna
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: yung stunna




Yung Stunna - MONEY TREES Lyrics




(My father suggest we make our way to Sweden)

(Yung Ripper)

Gave that ho a chance and now she suckin' on my meat, uh
I'm like, f*ckin' woah, back the f*ck up off of me, uh
Half-high on the track, so many records I can beat, uh
So much money on the floor, it look like money trees, aye
Countin' paper from the bottom to the top, bitch, uh
She been tryna give my Glock some f*ckin' top, bitch, uh
Lovin' all the motion, that's a f*ckin' bop, bitch, uh
Oh, he gonna drop? Tell him f*ckin' stop, bitch, uh

Pull up on his shorty just to show him whose the boss now
Made some bands up off this shit, so I'm flying out to Moscow
Snap that neck in half if you tryna f*ckin' rock out
Nigga talkin' crazy, bitch, I'll show you how to die now
If she actin' kinda crazy, then I'll leave that ho and flee
If you caught me with no strap, then I'll send a text, let's see
Yeah, I did it by myself, nigga, I'm a G, yeah
Yeah, I did it by myself, nigga, I'm a G

Gave that ho a chance and now she suckin' on my meat, uh
I'm like, f*ckin' woah, back the f*ck up off of me, uh
Half-high on the track, so many records I can beat, uh
So much money on the floor, it look like money trees, aye
Countin' paper from the bottom to the top, bitch, uh
She been tryna give my Glock some f*ckin' top, bitch, uh
Lovin' all the motion, that's a f*ckin' bop, bitch, uh
Oh, he gonna drop? Tell him f*ckin' stop, bitch, uh
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(My father suggest we make our way to Sweden)

(Yung Ripper)

Gave that ho a chance and now she suckin' on my meat, uh
I'm like, f*ckin' woah, back the f*ck up off of me, uh
Half-high on the track, so many records I can beat, uh
So much money on the floor, it look like money trees, aye
Countin' paper from the bottom to the top, bitch, uh
She been tryna give my Glock some f*ckin' top, bitch, uh
Lovin' all the motion, that's a f*ckin' bop, bitch, uh
Oh, he gonna drop? Tell him f*ckin' stop, bitch, uh

Pull up on his shorty just to show him whose the boss now
Made some bands up off this shit, so I'm flying out to Moscow
Snap that neck in half if you tryna f*ckin' rock out
Nigga talkin' crazy, bitch, I'll show you how to die now
If she actin' kinda crazy, then I'll leave that ho and flee
If you caught me with no strap, then I'll send a text, let's see
Yeah, I did it by myself, nigga, I'm a G, yeah
Yeah, I did it by myself, nigga, I'm a G

Gave that ho a chance and now she suckin' on my meat, uh
I'm like, f*ckin' woah, back the f*ck up off of me, uh
Half-high on the track, so many records I can beat, uh
So much money on the floor, it look like money trees, aye
Countin' paper from the bottom to the top, bitch, uh
She been tryna give my Glock some f*ckin' top, bitch, uh
Lovin' all the motion, that's a f*ckin' bop, bitch, uh
Oh, he gonna drop? Tell him f*ckin' stop, bitch, uh
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