21 Savage – Money Convo Lyrics

21 Savage – Money Convo Lyrics
Money Convo
21 Savage
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    "Money Convo." - 21 Savage

    Album: Issa Album
    Track No: 11
    Peon ass ****
    Levi's and Adidas ass ****
    Hi-Point having ass ****
    I got a glock and it don't jam, I blast ****
    You a lovey-dovey, buy a ring ****
    I'm the type to pass her to the team, ****
    You went and bought that bitch Céline ****?
    Now she fuckin' me I know you wanna kill her
    And I sold dope on my 10 toes
    We ain't fallin' out over free hoes
    21 Savage still in savage mode
    I though I told you I'ma savage on these hoes
    Maybach with the curtains up
    I'm with Nudy, he gon' burn you up
    Fake gangbangin' **** turned into a snitch
    When against that 21, I left him in a ditch
    Pull up
    We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas
    Hol' up
    We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash
    Hol' up
    Wanna fuck me, I'm like yas, yas, yas
    Hol' up
    VVS you're trippin', dance, dance, dance
    Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
    Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
    Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
    Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
    Bitch, I came straight from the bottom, **** and I'm still humble
    Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
    Ak-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble
    Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo
    Money talk, yea ****, cash talk, yea ****
    Ridin' 'round with that yopper tryna duck the feds, ****
    Oh you drinkin' green? Nope, only drank that red, ****
    Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
    **** know I blast off, pull up with the mask off
    Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
    Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
    I've been gettin' so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
    You a fake gangsta, you ain't ever shot nobody
    I don't wanna hear them stories 'bout them fake bodies
    Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti
    **** get wack, thinkin' they hard cause they on molly
    I'm the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out
    You a dick jumpin' faggot, you a mascot
    You beat yo bitch 'cause she walk 'round with her ass out
    They wanna rob me 'cause I walk 'round with that bag out
    Drinkin' syrup, little bitch I finna pass out
    Never slippin', Glock 40 with a red dot
    Seven figure ****, money all I talk about
    You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what ya talkin' 'bout?
    Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
    Money conversations, money conversations money convo
    Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
    Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
    Bitch, I came straight from the bottom, **** and I'm still humble
    Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
    Ak-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble
    Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo
    Metro boomin' want some more, ****

    Writer(s): Shayaa Joseph & Leland Wayne.

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