“The Money Go Where I Go Smoking on Gelato Lyrics” sung by Hoodrich Pablo Juan represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is We Don’t Luv Em by Hoodrich Pablo Juan.
The Money Go Where I Go Smoking on Gelato Lyrics
[Intro] Ooh, yeah MONY POWR RSPT, n It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying? Everybody getting money, n (D-D-Danny Wolf) Yeah, Pablo Juan
[Chorus] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, potholes Bad b , she from Chicago She freaky, she gon’ bust it She thick as f , I’m lusting I got her from my cousin So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em f that, I wanna hit from the back Backwoods smoking, it’s fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jumped out the ‘Bach Bad b and her as fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 1] Car got gadgets, my b got as Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class Too fresh to take out the trash Fresh to death, where is my casket? I always stay with assassins I’m always late with the fashion Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing I got the Louis V, Supreme collabbing Bought a mansion way away like a cabin Taking off my swag, I feel like your daddy You a beggar, I’m a hustler I’m the dealer, you the customer Ketchup, little n , I’m mustard Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia I ain’t never really trust you Knew I should’ve never trust you You ain’t real, you a busta These n always sus These n start snitching for nothing These n wanna live by the gun Guess what? You gon’ get what you want El Patrón, n , I want a ton
[Chorus] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, potholes Bad b, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon’ bust it She thick as f , I’m lusting I got her from my cousin So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em f that, I wanna hit from the back Backwoods smoking, it’s fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jumped out the ‘Bach Bad b and her as fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 2] Pull up on you, just send me the Addy Bad b call me daddy Xan, Perc, and a Addy I really wanna f a Kardashian I like a freaky b that’s gon’ s^^k it I just be kicking s like it was rugby Hell no, baby, don’t call me hubby f you thought, baby? We was just f Ooh, I’m back to the trap and I’m serving that I done got me a sack like a running back Two pints of Hi-Tech and a eighth of Act I’ma f on your b , I’ma break her back I’ma f on your b , I’ma give her back I got two b playing Pitty Pat I just do it like the Nike check My neck froze, got a ice attack
[Chorus] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, potholes Bad b , she from Chicago She freaky, she gon’ bust it She thick as f , I’m lusting I got her from my cousin So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em f that, I wanna hit from the back Backwoods smoking, it’s fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jumped out the ‘Bach Bad b and her as fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that
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