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Charismatic, Curt Summers, D. Hood - moneyphone Lyrics

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moneyphone Lyrics

Yeah yeah
And I'm coming home
Yeah
Only plan I ever made is put my brothers on
Yeah
I'ma pull up in that V and throw some 20s on
Yeah
I'ma get a money phone when my money long
My money long

Look
I used to get money loans
Now I own my own flips
Mama said it's something wrong
Told her I need goals hit
I know she gon love this song
Growing up and won't switch
And I got another jawn
She can take the whole dick
Soul hit
Notice I was focused back in '06
And I ain't have to post it
Cause yo I've been the goat since my folks split
The old fist I used to rock and now I got some more drip
Do it til I live the dreams I posted on my posters
Was hopeless
Now I'm on my own dick
I'ma ride my wave and it don't matter where the coast is
Shout to all the fans
Where I stand I feel they pulses
Pull up in that phantom for them chicks that left me ghosted
Homie I been
Motivated
So creative
Motive was to cultivate it
Won't debate debaters
You ain't gotta sell your soul to save it
And know we slowly racing
I can say my bro the greatest
And look at everything we cocreated

Nigga and I'm coming home
Yeah
Only plan I ever made is put my brothers on
Yeah yeah
Niggas tryna knock me, I be in another zone
Yeah yeah
And know the boy still shine when the sun is gone
When the sun is gone
When the sun is gone

Fuck it dawg
All these niggas hate me can't tell
Oh well
I'm that nigga came from Stacie Danielle
And I'm scribbling these writtens
My script is hitting
My penmanship
Is like hitting licks
In a different whip
Then I'm selling it
Cuz I be slipping slick
As a Christmas wish
To be frozen over
I'm isn't living
I hit a chick
And I ghost for closure
Hold a Motorola
You wanna hold me hold up
You go to throw me
You goin' home with a broken shoulder
Don't be over
Analyzing
Floaters know the captain's siren
Posers close to flatlining
Know I'll capsize 'em
Ain't a soul on this planet
Could hold up a candle
To my goals and my standards
I suppose I could manage
To compose me a pamphlet
Of soul tones and anthems
While they steal flows
And hold those for ransom
Heavy setted gentleman that never get the feminine
Get mad at me cause I'm an athlete and getting bread again
Peppermint patties and
Deferential realities
Is preferential actually
Detrimental as cavities
Suite life
I think them caramellos is mad at me
In traffic speeding I tell a Karen hello and pass the weed
Pastors be preaching
Me I'm closer I'm grabbing Jesus
Had me freezing cold
My overload is a massive heater
We pledge allegiance
For the dead we grieving
That's the thesis
And that's the reason
I been screaming from the backs of bleachers
I'm gon have to need this
I got a bag of reasons
And I been passive but I'm actually in fact mean this
I'm a rapping beast you ask me please go back to decent
But you can't catch me please
My calves and feet
Gon have me speeding
And that's the path of least resistance and battery
Couldn't fidget me barely
Parodies, quotes, and gravity
Barely could float I had to breathe
Half of me's in a passive sleep
Other half is in back me
Chattering what I have to be
And I'm coming home

Chyeah
Uh
Shit
Nigga me too
Me and you mobbing deeper than some seafood
All three C. Graves and Malique too
Nigga wanna beef then I'll turn him into beef stew
A wild nigga I don't really like to talk
If you claim you bout it bout it
Have my sister chalk you out
I'm disrespectful
Fuck your BM at your house
It all started with a DM now my feet all on your couch
Tryna make the money move
Tryna make the bands dance
And flip the bag
I'ma make it handstand
Get this cash
I'ma get this cash yeah
And buy some land
I'ma buy some land yeah
All the moves that I make is for the future
And
Moves that I make gotta be lucra-
Tive
I'ma make this money like it's going out of style
And I'ma run it up super duper
Bitch
Got a bad bitch and she speaking Spanish
If she wanna have my baby we can really plan it
Fuck a IG
I put something on her sonogram
Cause when I'm with her all my problems vanish
Yeah
And I been that dude
These niggas been stagnant
I'm making these moves
Don't got nothing to prove
Put my faith on me cause I won't let me lose
And I been that dude
These niggas been stagnant
I'm making these moves
Don't got nothing to prove
Put my faith on me cause I won't let me lose

Nigga
And I'm coming home
I'll see you there bro
Chyea
Yeah

Writer(s): Christopher Graves, Curtis Graves, Dejour Hood
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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