deuce the truth – atm Lyrics
Artist: deuce the truth
Song: atm
All this money on me
All this money on me
(Money counter)
All this money on me
She see the drip on me
I ain’t being low key
She got her hands on me
I got these bands on me
On me on me
All this money on me
What these b#tches want from me
Tell me tell me
She want a real one that’s certified he on his job bonafide 40 cal down to slidee
I be trying hard not to nut when she on the top
Back shots lеgs cocked Gucci socks all in the air
Copped thе Ace of Spade and Rozay’d the Bel Air
She takin trips to the bathroom just to stare in the mirror
I can grade the p#ss#
Just from a stare from the lens
A mack in the benz
Chrome kit stock with the rims
We after the M’s
We talking sex wealth and health
She say she went on a cleanse
Now the coochie taste like water
Ewwww it’s dripping again
She pull up on the niggz
No we ain’t takin no L’s
Lifestyle Legendary
And I’m still NFL
We finna ball this a drill
Let’s Huddle up at a mill
We Celebrate a bill
Then f#ck it run it again
I fell asleep on the money counter
The money keep piling up wilding out buy a island and watch them commas get long as f#ck we feeling young
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Release Year: 1997