Turn Into Money lyrics

[Intro]
Coach me, Joey

[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
Is you the club plug, or [?]
Anything I touch turn into money
Let a n*gga p*ss me off, grab the Thumper
45 get to tearing up your stomach
f*ck a rap b*tch, get to messing up her funding
Headshot fire, lil b*tch, I love you
What you gon' do with the balls? She said juggle
What I spent on this ho, sh*t, nothing

[Verse 1: TLG Deuce]
Walking A.T.M machine, pockets turning blue and pink
Show a b*tch my CashApp, ho say she wanna link
I don't want [?] b*tch, I wanna f*ck [?]
[?] b*tch, I'm tryna cut lean
My dawg bought a C.M.G., sh*t, I thought he saw Gotti
He said no, not him, b*tch, was talking 'bout his chopstick
n*ggas turn P.O., watch his mans get dropped
How these n*ggas talk about me? They my fans, my opps
You ain't got a red [?] sitting in the spot [?]
[?] got promoted to a [?] selling blocks [?]
Stick on me like a [?] got stocked up
X a n*gga out, think he 'bout to pop up
Duse in etendence, it's a blick on each side
Tap a n*gga in my circle, where it's on, we gon' slide
[?] n*ggas always [?] my line
Pull up to they crib, like I'm Amazon Prime
[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
Is you the club plug, or [?]
Anything I touch turn into money
Let a n*gga p*ss me off, grab the Thumper
45 get to tearing up your stomach
f*ck a rap b*tch, get to messing up her funding
Headshot fire, lil b*tch, I love you
What you gon' do with the balls? She said juggle
What I spent on this ho, sh*t, nothing

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Eh
I woke up today, felt like slapping a rapper
She said let me suck you, stabbing my blatter
She put it in her hand, abra cadabra
b*tch, we keep [?] who next up [?]
[?] she catch it on camera
Ducked off in a town house, playing chess with a hammer
If it's up, you better keep your steal, they stepping with latters
b*tch
Get it? They stepping with latters
Buetter hold your steal
[?] legs crossed, closing deals
With a dub on you, like that n*gga on a show with [?]
Blowed as hell, froze as well
I ain't barbique him, but I threw stones on my grill
This your b*tch calling
She keeping asking for [?]
OK [?]
Never knew I could make M's off of sh*t talking
Never knew I could make M's off of [?]
[?] n*gga yard like [?]
I can't wait to see that buster [?]
[?] in his face like a drill sergeant
[?] teach [?] fraud to everybody
Your b*tch got her keys, gave me a spare copy
I got hoes everywhere, tryna blow me like air hockey
[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
Is you the club plug, or [?]
Anything I touch turn into money
Let a n*gga p*ss me off, grab the Thumper
45 get to tearing up your stomach
f*ck a rap b*tch, get to messing up her funding
Headshot fire, lil b*tch, I love you
What you gon' do with the balls? She said juggle
What I spent on this ho, sh*t, nothing