Money make them think they funny
Percs up in my tummy
Money make them think they- few
Percs up in my-
Money make them think they funny
I got pills up in my tummy
I been poppin' percs everyday
No this shit ain't funny
Bitch I do whatever I want
And you cannot touch me
My eys are so low because I'm sippin' Tussin' (tussin)
That nigga actin' funny must think we won't touch him
AR 15 bless him we got hella sticks up in the function
I could not care less nigga think we bluffin
Bullets to his chest
Leave him barely puffin'
Jetlag
Nigga can't see it
Hit him with a toe tag
Oh, yeah, so sad
I got so much drugs
And my pockets so fat
She's so bad she got a nose ring
Skinny white hoe but you know she can't sing
I got swag like Michael Jackson
FN bullets they undress him
Press up
Yeah nigga, I'm smoking pressure
Press up
Yeah nigga, I'm Smoking pressure
Press up
Smoking pressure
Cash Amont - Funny Lyrics
Cash Amont - Funny Lyrics
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Money make them think they funny
Percs up in my tummy
Money make them think they- few
Percs up in my-
Money make them think they funny
I got pills up in my tummy
I been poppin' percs everyday
No this shit ain't funny
Bitch I do whatever I want
And you cannot touch me
My eys are so low because I'm sippin' Tussin' (tussin)
That nigga actin' funny must think we won't touch him
AR 15 bless him we got hella sticks up in the function
I could not care less nigga think we bluffin
Bullets to his chest
Leave him barely puffin'
Jetlag
Nigga can't see it
Hit him with a toe tag
Oh, yeah, so sad
I got so much drugs
And my pockets so fat
She's so bad she got a nose ring
Skinny white hoe but you know she can't sing
I got swag like Michael Jackson
FN bullets they undress him
Press up
Yeah nigga, I'm smoking pressure
Press up
Yeah nigga, I'm Smoking pressure
Press up
Smoking pressure
Percs up in my tummy
Money make them think they- few
Percs up in my-
Money make them think they funny
I got pills up in my tummy
I been poppin' percs everyday
No this shit ain't funny
Bitch I do whatever I want
And you cannot touch me
My eys are so low because I'm sippin' Tussin' (tussin)
That nigga actin' funny must think we won't touch him
AR 15 bless him we got hella sticks up in the function
I could not care less nigga think we bluffin
Bullets to his chest
Leave him barely puffin'
Jetlag
Nigga can't see it
Hit him with a toe tag
Oh, yeah, so sad
I got so much drugs
And my pockets so fat
She's so bad she got a nose ring
Skinny white hoe but you know she can't sing
I got swag like Michael Jackson
FN bullets they undress him
Press up
Yeah nigga, I'm smoking pressure
Press up
Yeah nigga, I'm Smoking pressure
Press up
Smoking pressure
Writer: Cash Amont
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