Lyrical Breakdown of Money Sprung - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how A Boogie wit da Hoodie weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Money Sprung" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Money sprung, money sprung
Fuck it, I'm back with another one, fuck it up and do another one
My niggas do not shoot dirty guns, shoot it up and get another one
I keep on countin' 'em hunnids up, I think I'm fallin' in love with 'em
I keep on countin' 'em hunnids, my nigga, I think that I'm money sprung
Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I'm money sprung
Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I'm money sprung
I keep on countin' 'em hunnids up, I think I'm fallin' in love with 'em
I keep on countin' 'em hunnids, my nigga, I think that I'm money sprung
Track after track and another one, know that's a hit, they can't fuck with 'em
Nigga, you don't gotta like me to understand where I'm comin' from
I know you would eat it, what's up, come chew on the dick like a bubble gum
Told herself to be the plug, now e'rybody wanna fuck with her
E'rybody need love, e'rybody need drugs, nobody wanna be a dub
Every fit I put on probably cost me like a dub
I'm way too up, they can't keep up, yeah, yeah
I'm way too stuffed, I faced two cups, yeah, yeah
My new chain it look like a puck, my nigga, I'm icy as fuck, yeah, yeah
I feel like the King of New York, my jeweler is better than yours, yeah, yeah
A hunnid sittin' on my neck, another hunnid on the arm, yeah, yeah
I put the city on my back, how can I ever go wrong? Yeah, yeah
I don't need no groupie love, go holla at my nigga Don (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put my number in your phone, just DM me if it was wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her that my name is Artist, now she wanna call me Arty
Tellin' me about a party, told her, "I'm the one performin'"
Fuck it up before the party started (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck it, I'm back with another one, fuck it up and do another one (another one, another one)
My niggas do not shoot dirty guns, shoot it up and get another one (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I keep on countin' 'em hunnids up, I think I'm fallin' in love with 'em (fallin' in love)
I keep on countin' 'em hunnids, my nigga, I think that I'm money sprung
Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I'm money sprung
Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I'm money sprung
I keep on countin' 'em hunnids up, I think I'm fallin' in love with 'em
I keep on countin' 'em hunnids, my nigga, I think that I'm money sprung
I'm ahead of the race, floorin' the gas, I'm passin' the cops that I lead on a chase (lead on a chase)
If they come find out this weapon I placed, they might just give me a federal case
All of my folks has a residue taste, Rollie presidential, when that presidential
Countin' blue strips with the president face, I got the votes, don't you ever debate
Yeah, yeah, I got a chef at the crib, lil' ho, I don't never do dates
Yeah, yeah, we are not lookin' for friends, so ain't no competitors safe
Yeah, yeah, five in the mornin', I'm drinkin' on dirty, it's never too late
Yeah, yeah, leavin' the spot, had to switch up the whip, they was checkin' the plates
I'm still a menace, I do what I say, and I won't give a fuck if you feel offended
You sellin' your soul just to get attention, I crept with a pole 'cause I feel the tension
Trappers, they love me, they throw on that Don
They get on that road with a pigeon in it, lil' bitch you know me, I'm really the Don
I don't gotta try hard to fit the image, look at my cup, it's Dirty Diana
I dropped two bananas and shook up the Fanta, booked in Atlanta
I go to the club with the paper and I throw a book on the dancer
I am the one they was countin' out
Now I get hunnids and count it out (count it out, count it out), designer shit, they can't pronounce it
I'm stylin' out, they tryna spell it and sound it out, yeah, yeah