MONEY DONE GEEKED lyrics

[Intro]
(Money done geeked on this motherf*cker)

[Pre-Chorus]
Money done geeked (Yeah)
Money on fleek (Top Chef)
Money done geeked
Money on fleek (I'm on that long live Pope sh*t, n*gga)
Money done geeked (Let the beat ride)
Money on fleek (Yeah)
Money done geeked (Yeah)
Money on fleek (Yeah, Top Chef)

[Chorus]
I cannot go back and forth with these lil' bitty n*ggas
I'm tellin' you, I'm tired of this sh*t (Tired)
Celine frames just to acknowledgе the b*tch (Slime)
Private flight gang, I'm with polish and sh*t (Phеw)
Icebox lit, let him polish my wrist
Word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (Word in the town)
She pushin' P, she ain't fight 'bout no di*k (Push)
Unless it's a player, she swingin' that blick (Push it)
Swingin' that glizzy, I don't care for a diss
If she can't demand, it ain't nothin' we can't fix (Brr)
These n*ggas cap, they ain't touch a brick
You wouldn't even know what to do with that sh*t
Whole bunch of kizzy, they actin' fake rich (Kizzy)
Don't know 'bout these boys, get 'em out of my mix
This sh*t slime, f*ck the rest of that sh*t
These n*ggas broke, hundred thousand ain't sh*t (On God)
[Verse 1]
[Sun kist?] [?], yeah
Pushin' on the street with a player (Hoodbaby)
Know them boys gettin' bails (Yah)
Diamonds on my jacket, Rick Flair (Hoodbaby)
Tell on business, ya tuckin' y'all tail
We run Atlanta, done kicked out the mayor (Yeah)
Pinky ring, pinky ring cost some wealth (Pinky ring)
Bro go pus*y ring on her cell (Yeah)
Studio junkie chain, some flash (Slatty)
These n*ggas too lame, no shade (Yeah)
Boy, f*ck a mention, we really don't care
Fur on my back like I'm fightin' a bear (Hoodbaby)
We ain't poppin' none of that cheap sh*t (Yeah)
On that hit, her and friend on that freak sh*t (Brr)
My Hatians Z'd up and they B-ing (Z-ing)
So much Avianne, b*tch, I'm freezin' (Brr)
360, boy, know that blicky gon' spin, spin (Spin, spin, boy)
Name a lil' b*tch or a ho I ain't been in (Ain't been on)
Drop an addy, a lo' we ain't been in (Spin, spin)
f*ck that, double back, we ain't finish (Spin again)

[Pre-Chorus]
Money done geeked (Let the beat ride)
Money on fleek (Yeah)
Money done geeked
Money on fleek (Top Chef)
[Chorus]
I can't go back and forth with these lil' bitty n*ggas
I'm tellin' you, I'm tired of this sh*t (Tired)
Celine frames just to acknowledge the b*tch (Slide)
Private flight gang, I'm with polish and sh*t (Phew)
Icebox lit, let him polish my wrist
Word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (Word in the town)
She pushin' P, she ain't fight 'bout no di*k (Push)
Unless it's a player, she swingin' that blick (Push it)
Swingin' that glizzy, I don't care for a diss
If she can't demand, it ain't nothin' we can't fix (Brr)
These n*ggas cap, they ain't touch a brick
You wouldn't even know what to do with that sh*t
Whole bunch of kizzy, they actin' fake rich (Kizzy)
Don't know 'bout these boys, get 'em out of my mix
This sh*t slime, f*ck the rest of that sh*t
These n*ggas broke, hundred thousand ain't sh*t

[Outro]
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
(I'm on that long love Pope sh*t, n*gga)
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek