Print This Money lyrics

[Intro: Aoc Obama]
Free my n*gga Beans, rest in peace Jason
I'ma ball hard on these f*ck n*ggas hatin'
Sixty on the watch, four hundred on the crib
Cut your music down, there's white people where I live
Seventy on the chain, 'nother hundred in the Sprinter
Ridin' through the city with them racks in the middle
Baby, you a trophy, need to be with a winner
b*tch, I sold chickens, your n*gga a chicken dinner, let's go

[Verse 1: Aoc Obama]
I got twenty-five straps on my dresser
And if your n*gga play he gon' get sprayed
And if I fly you to my city and you jump in my whip
Best believe, girl, we gon' get laid
Man, I'm tired of you rap n*ggas
n*ggas should've been at n*ggas
n*ggas get a deal and start actin' like trap n*ggas
Cap n*ggas
6ix9ine, snitch rat n*ggas
My n*ggas still drug deal, kill, kidnap n*ggas
I'm on the road
My n*gga just bought two hundred bows
We at the front row of the Super Bowl
My neck, ear, ring, wrist froze
I swear to God I pimped a hundred hoes
And I wanna pimp a hundred more
Shut up, n*gga, 'cause we know you broke
Just cashed five hundred bags of exotic, we want all the smoke
b*tch better bring me all the dough
Need to speed that sh*t up, what you mean that the trap is slow?
[Chorus: Aoc Obama]
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a n*gga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My b*tch think I got a money tree
She think a n*gga be sh*ttin' this money
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a n*gga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My b*tch think I got a money tree
She think a n*gga be sh*ttin' this money

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Jewelry on with a hundred thousand dollar kind
b*tches tryna suck on this di*k 'cause my diamonds shine
You n*ggas ain't eatin', look like you fastin' for Ramadan
Chopper speakin' Michael Jackson, mama-say, ma-ma-ko-ssa
Million dollars, we'll drop your mama, hit up Aoc Obama
Pop your collar, with this brand new Glock up we gon' solve the problem
Made a bool fifty thousand f*ckin' up the road
Then turned around, made a dub, f*cked it up to go
Lift that drake on that n*gga, f*cked it up his soul
I got them ropes 'round my neck, doubled up and froze
They print that money just for me and my sh*t don't fold
I got new money from last year and it still ain't old
That bag lookin' like a bad b*tch, Beyonce Knowles
Bands put up for my n*ggas in prison, the ones ain't told
I can use this cheese to get you gone or put you on your toe
I can put this sh*t up in your pocket or put it on your dome
[Chorus: Aoc Obama]
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a n*gga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My b*tch think I got a money tree
She think a n*gga be sh*ttin' this money
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a n*gga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My b*tch think I got a money tree
She think a n*gga be sh*ttin' this money

[Verse 3: Aoc Obama]
Back to the trap where it started
X Block, Glenwood, n*gga 'bout to get retarded
Throw the hood up high in each one of my pictures
Real n*ggas f*ck with me, kill all the sneak dissers
Told Gary make my kick, quit all that procrastinating
Got three hundred thousand on the table, n*gga, why you waitin'?
Fur coats in the winter, drop tops when it's sunny
b*tch, I think I'm JBo, I'm gettin' BMF money
In prison in Ohio, smokin' out the Bible
Now I'm in Atlanta, n*gga goin' MC Hammer
f*ckin' thirty dancers from Magic to Cheetah
If we can't get no money, b*tch, I'm gon' leave you
I'll buy you some sneakers, that's about it
What the f*ck you expect? b*tch, I'm a pimp
Blood swear and tears that I put in this sh*t
And if you matchin' my hustle, you can get what I get, period
[Chorus: Aoc Obama]
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a n*gga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My b*tch think I got a money tree
She think a n*gga be sh*ttin' this money
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a n*gga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My b*tch think I got a money tree
She think a n*gga be sh*ttin' this money

[Outro]
Big Aoc
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