Struggle da Preacher - Scrilla (ft. A-New-Ta) | Текст песни

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• Struggle da Preacher
• Scrilla (ft. A-New-Ta)

Anewta
Right
Struggle da Preacher, baby (yeah)
A-New-Ta (we get it)
Hey yo, do it!

[Verse 1]:
Yeah I got this shit cuz I hustle forever
It feels tight when your pockets get fatter
The sooner the better
You keep saying fuck that money
You ain't gonna get it ever, that's how it works
Make money, talk money, rap money
I do whatever it takes to see my bread coming
22's on my Escalade
A built-in TV in the back seat just in case
If you see me riding down the street
Take a minute, have a look and remember it
Fuck em punks who complain 'bout not having shit
If you keep thinking poor that's what you get

[Chorus]:
If you see that money coming
Everything you do - you do it right
Everything's alright
Pocket's getting tight
Everything is tight

[Hook]:
Mo-ney, mo-ney
Scrilla... right
Mo-ney, mo-ney
yo, chedda, dawg
Mo-ney, mo-ney
We get it all, no doubt
Mo-ney, mo-ney
Count it baby, yeah count it baby

[Verse 2]:
Yo I'm living that life the one I wanted to live
It's ok for you to hate on me, just like you did before
Two, four, seven, three, six, five
I call it my grind, you call it a strive
Nobody knows better how to get all that chedda
You filling you wastepaper with newspapers
I'm filling my pockets with hundreds and tuck it
When it comes to splurging I know how to rock

[Chorus].

[Hook].