C.T. Money$$ - Jimmy Neutron

First name C.T. last name is Money$$ (Money)
I'm so fuckin hot, don't touch I'm burning(I'm hot)
Never sold drugs but I always toke guns
Walking to the money, hell nawl I'm go'ne run
Bitches fucking bundles, hell yea they want hair
That so fucking crazy, man these hoes don't care
Looking for a Thot bih ready to do some Thot shit
I love those ratchet hoes come over sit in my whip
I'm so fuckin low need so weed to lift me back up
Put lil Earl in face I bet he'll have the hiccups
Like Meek said "fuck my bitch I'll salute ya"
Fuck that lil hoe she wasn't faithful she'll do ya
Pass you through the gang hell yea we'll alley oop ya
Jesus Shuttleworth 4th quarter we'll shoot ya
I'm a fuckin savage but ain't no 21
Takeoff on these niggas, no migos, just my gun
Got so much drip told yo bihh to wipe yo nose
Hell yea lil nigga you know how this shit goes
Trying to get this guap so I can put diamonds on my teeth
Niggas don't fuck with me cuz i got that heat
So many blue faces you'll think I'm a crip or something
Multiply the money, making something out of nothing
Look at what I did with a dream and some motivation
Girl I don't wanna be your man I just want relations
Going back in, had to catching my fuckin breathe
Money in my future man, fuck that nigga death
You can fuckin hate me but ik you love this drip
Ugly azz nigga but you know I drive the ship
TGM bruh, yea that's the fuckin fam
Fancy dressing niggas, you can call us Cam
Cam Newton with da ball, yea running with the bag
My bihh brown skin with thick hips yea ima brag
Yo bihh throwing pussy at me ima have to pass
I'm too fucking busy nigga trying to count this cash
Run up on me nigga, jimmy neatron "gotta blast"
Jimmy Neatron "gotta blast

Written by:
Clearanc Turrentine

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