Young Chris Ft. Rico Love – Go Hard Money

Letra de Go Hard Money de Young Chris y Rico Love

F*ck couches, I’m standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my mother*cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money
Go hard money
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Turn the lights off, can we go hard
Show without a flow?
Bottles by the bar, models is by the car
American Express, to the deafs
I’m all about my money bit*h
I’m married to success
Hundred carats on my neck, and none them would be better
Tell Debbie she left them
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Girls, we gonna arrest them, hit them
Split them, maybe forget them
Never love them, fu*k ‘em, tuck ‘em
Won’t catch me with ‘em
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Do some for the catch, hundred cash for the princess
Double couple year for the lenses
Tell ‘em I make clean, pass for the chains
And a all mens, like is married to the fees
Me, Terry yo I ball fag
You beez under the sleevez make the dog tag
And I squeeze this debt get your dog tag
Picture one in this motherF*cker
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F*ck couches, I’m standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my motherf*cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money
Go hard money
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Turn the lights off
Get ‘em cozy baby, turn them rozy baby
Get your money in robe before them nozy ladies
The flows be crazy, the hoes pursuade me
And the words are next, the boys calls it wavy
??for the breeze, watch for the black star
Sure they ain’t F*cking bit*hes bad car
We gon’ tag the planet, tell ‘em Chris is back up
All I got is my grand kids!
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Bit*h I’m the bad pawn, the clean is the fly to coolest
Got them stitch spinning like ice mixed with the soda
Chopper in the park, we remove the tops
Got them hopped up in the truck, bit*hes flying to the spot
Pushing to the like them cops was on the top
That before nig*ers, this is why I’m
Haters they tryna block. Won’t let nig*er winning
Bout the murder motherF*ckers, they ain’t get it
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F*ck couches, I’m standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my motherf*cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money
Go hard money
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Go hard money (x2)

I’m balls, bit*h Hugo
Them ladies, might be new to you though
This what I do bro, we bring the coop tho.
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