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My Money - Z-Ro
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My Money Z-Ro

My Money - Z-Ro
[Verse 1]
Seem like I run into my haters everywhere I go
And they got something to say
Long as they don't run up in my face
I ain't trippin'
I know they mad at me just cause of how often I make my dough
And that is everyday
So I be rollin' with my AK and a banana clip in
Yeah, like Derrick Lewis I'm a beast
Like Larry "Tae Kwon" Crowe I use my feet
I'll allow you because I lay down the law in these streets
No baking soda needed I am the raw (fuck 'em)
Z-Ro that hoe ass nigga ain't shit
That's a rental Bentley that hoe ass nigga ain't rich
I got a bottle of Macallan 40 I'm 'bout to pop it
Don't trade the Bentley coupe for the Continental just cop it

[Hook]
Y'all can keep on talkin' I'll keep stackin' out here
All I hear is my money
Yeah
My Money
Pistol in my britches for you bitches
Ya'll ain't takin' shit from me
'Bout my money
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