Ghetto Turnarounds Unkle DMoney (Ft. Louie Ray & Rio Da Yung OG)
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[Intro: Unkle D Money]
Look
[Verse 1: Unkle D Money]
Turnaround for some fast money, now they big mad
Throw a surprise party, put a clown in a trick bag
Niggas dick suckin' while I'm breakin' down a big bag
Blowin' hibachi, thumbin' through the pape' with my rich friends
Let's hit the bar, have a money fight, and see who really winnin'
Them bands can't fit up in Amiris, I'ma Dickie 'fit it
Blip hangin' on my neck, phone pocket got a fifty in it
Fuck around and brought a bra for the chopper, that bitch got titties in it
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
2020 wide body with the big engines
Step on the dope and triple up twice, I be kick flippin'
Bought this Glock to take somethin' up top, ain't take pictures with it
I'm finna sift a thousand grams, I need a big blender
Ayy, I'm in my Lucci bag
Why? 'Cause I keep the FN and I'll do you bad
D Money just showed me a lil' trick, now I can do the scams
But that ain't all a nigga do, I still can move the grams
[Verse 3: Unkle D Money]
Ayy, Ri', I was crankin' out in Burt and Beecher too
Fenton Road sellin' packs with the needles too
Shit crazy, I probably counted thirty 'fore I seen a blue
Catch a nigga danglin' that 'Cat and let a Demon loose
I call my nigga Freaky Bishop 'cause he keep some juice
Sold a pint while watchin' South Central, I had to keep a deuce
These niggas cappin' in they songs, they don't speak the truth
You ain't really tied in with gang, we don't beef with you
Look
[Verse 1: Unkle D Money]
Turnaround for some fast money, now they big mad
Throw a surprise party, put a clown in a trick bag
Niggas dick suckin' while I'm breakin' down a big bag
Blowin' hibachi, thumbin' through the pape' with my rich friends
Let's hit the bar, have a money fight, and see who really winnin'
Them bands can't fit up in Amiris, I'ma Dickie 'fit it
Blip hangin' on my neck, phone pocket got a fifty in it
Fuck around and brought a bra for the chopper, that bitch got titties in it
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
2020 wide body with the big engines
Step on the dope and triple up twice, I be kick flippin'
Bought this Glock to take somethin' up top, ain't take pictures with it
I'm finna sift a thousand grams, I need a big blender
Ayy, I'm in my Lucci bag
Why? 'Cause I keep the FN and I'll do you bad
D Money just showed me a lil' trick, now I can do the scams
But that ain't all a nigga do, I still can move the grams
[Verse 3: Unkle D Money]
Ayy, Ri', I was crankin' out in Burt and Beecher too
Fenton Road sellin' packs with the needles too
Shit crazy, I probably counted thirty 'fore I seen a blue
Catch a nigga danglin' that 'Cat and let a Demon loose
I call my nigga Freaky Bishop 'cause he keep some juice
Sold a pint while watchin' South Central, I had to keep a deuce
These niggas cappin' in they songs, they don't speak the truth
You ain't really tied in with gang, we don't beef with you
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