MONEY DONE GEEKED - M HUNCHO VERSION lyrics

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

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]
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: Lil Gotit]
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 pilots 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 touched 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: Lil Gotit]
[Sun kist?] [?], yeah
Pushin' on the street with a player (Hoodbaby)
Know them boys gettin' bands (Yah)
Diamonds on my jacket, Rick Flair (Hoodbaby)
Tell on business, ya’ll 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: Lil Gotit]
Money done geeked (Let the beat ride)
Money on fleek (Yeah)
Money done geeked
Money on fleek (Top Chef)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
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 pilots 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 touched 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

[Verse 2: M Huncho]
Lin' (Hunch')
Yeah, hundred thousand ain't sh*t
Good in my hood, man, I drive with no tints (Tints)
Stashing a brick at the back of the fridge
I done too many favors, I'm tired of this sh*t (sh*t)
Police is really indicting us, sh*t (Sheesh)
Louis bandana just hanging and sh*t (Sheesh)
These brothers they lying, they ain't seen a brick (Yee, Hunch’, yee)
I'm pushing this sh*t to the limit (Hmm)
My brothers with it, then I'm with it, yeah
Stick in my hand like it’s Quidditch (Yee)
This sh*t is really no gimmick (Gimmick, yeah)
My mama told me, "The sky is the limit" (Limit, yeah)
Drivin' a rocket, my dash is a digi', I'm flyin'
I tell a b*tch to get out, why you lying?
Go make two-fifty without even tryin'
VVs on VVs on VVs, they shine
I go tell my brothers this sh*t is for life (Life, life, life, life)
I f*ck on this ho (Smash), can't make her my wife, wife, wife, wife
I ain't doin' no back and forths with these clowns, they wastin' my time, time, time, time
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
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 pilots 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 touched 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)

[Outro: Lil Gotit]
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 live Pope sh*t, n*gga)
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek