Fundraixxer lyrics

[Intro]
Mud-
Take his soul and now he dead face down on the mud
Take his soul and now he dead face down on the mud
Take his soul and now he dead face d-d-down d-d-dead
(Black Money Boyz Death Row f*ck n*gga)
He ain't splurgin' on this deal then he's paying me in blood
Take his sou and now he dead face down on the mud
Looking like you OD'd you caught [?]
I just took his energy but I barely got a buzz

[Interlude]
I Get my money up

[Verse 1]
I get my money up (JEWELXX)
Yeah (Blood Money Boys Deathrow, f*ck n*gga)
I be countin money I'm a motherf*ckin star
I be countin m-money motherf*ckin star
I be countin money, I'm a motherf*ckin star-sta-star
I be countin money, I'm a motherf*ckin star
Pouring up [?] in my motherf*ckin car-car
Said you is a demon but we don't know who you are-are
Said you is a demon but we don't know who you are
Said you is a demon but we don't know who you are
Say you casting spells, but that sh*t is bizzare
I be off the percs and the motherf*cking bars
Who the f*ck is he, n*gga i'on know
I be with a bad b*tch and we snortin coke
I be with a bad b*tch, she tryna do some coke
With my n*ggas in the mall and we spending dough
He ain't splurgin' on this deal then he's paying me in blood
Take his soul and now he dead face down on the mud
Looking like you OD'd you caught [?]
I just took his energy but I barely got a buzz
[Verse 2]
b*tch, and I barely got a buzz
I don't f*ck with anybody, I don't got no f*cking trust
You think that them n*ggas cool but they finna set you up
We just hang around you cause you got nice stuff (JEWELXX)
Yeah that n*gga got some pretty nice stuff
f*ck that n*gga SKULT set that n*gga up for his bucks (Blood Money Boys Death Row, f*ck n*gga)
I stunt, so they watch (Watch)
I wear designer jeans (Jeans)
These curses on my rings (Rings)
You don't know what I mean (Na-)
These curses on my rings (Rings)
You don't know- Je-Je−
These curses on my rings (rings)
You don't know what I mean (Nah)
b*tch I'm getting hella green (green)
I'm getting hella green (green)
b*tch I'm doing all these things (all these things)
I'm doing all these things
b*tch I'm way to f*cking clean (Clean, b*tch)
I'm way to f*cking clean
I'm way to f*cking clean
And I'm also seventeen
Put a gun to his stomach and now that n*gga is queasy
I like money it please me, n*ggas cannot see me
They don't how I do it, sh*t is way too easy
I'm raising them funds I'm feeling like Yung Reezy
[Outro]
I get my money up