All Dis Money (Acapella) lyrics

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Viper


[Hook: Viper]
Crazy cash, sick cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?

[Verse 1: Viper]
Uh-uh, I done went and found wealth
Now these boys wishin' that I was in bad health
Models choosin' up like I'm the last man on Earth
Meanwhile, I got these haters feelings hurt
A tall pretty n*gga, it ain't fair, I got it all
Killer hops, with cash to blow up a mall
Life ain't fair for y'all, so just watch me ball
But will you be a hater like thosе ones that wanna see me fall?
I hope that'll stall, just watch my nеw ride crawl
Holla' at me at the whole court for a hoop call
Goons on deck, bring yo clique even if they can't stand me
Just don't take it personal when I get that Grammy

[Hook: Viper]
Crazy cash, sick cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
[Verse 2: Viper]
I'm waiting for them to make a new Lambo body style
These grounds riding around the same old body style as '09
How did these nothing rappers get deals and even think they rippin'?
No need to answer that cause I'm rich so I ain't trippin'
Getting steel has got me lookin' towards rap beef
Test this and you'll be cold beef in the streets
I'm a magician when it comes to that stick play
Make you disappear and reappear dead a different day
Okay, keep me playin' with this money
These marks broke, there's a joke, that damn funny
I'm something more than a balla'
Ask around about me in that mall, I'm that Top Malla
I'm somethin' like a chef, flippin' pizza bread
And tryin' to keep all of this dough from going to my head
That's a triple rhyme, did you hear what I said?
You gotta test your work to sell the best, second rule of street cred

[Hook: Viper]
Crazy cash, sick cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me, what am I gone do with all this money?
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