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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I can see that bullshit from a mile away
You can stack my money about a mile away
I got three white bitches like it’s powder day

Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
And all my bitches sexy, call them Barbies
She lookin’ back like I’m flexin’, baby no way
And lately I’ve been on that D’usse
I got me a check, I got a check
Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check
Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check

Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money, I call change
20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made
Big hundred dollar, screamin’ free Gucci Mane
If I need some racks I’mma flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she don’t say nothin’ back

If cops pull up I put that crack in my crack

Or I put that brack in my brack
Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
If you don’t owe me bitch still act like you owe me
I promise I won’t ever quit bitch, I’m Kobe
And I wear that white, you can snow me
Stoner Young Thugger
I whip it that bitch yeah she know me Young Thugger
Yeah, she stuntin’ like butter
The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
Leave it to Beaver
I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet ‘em
Yeah, they all wanna greet ‘em
They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat ‘em
No they won’t tease on that dick
They won’t read on that dick, they won’t leash on that dick
No Felicia that dick, Mamacita that dick
They gone snitch on that dick
And she screamin’ loud, she can’t secret that dick
Mama a beast on that dick
If she bad, I’m gonna Four Season that bitch
Eat that lil bitch, I’mma feast that lil bitch
I got me a check, I got a check

Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check

Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money, I call change
20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made
Big hundred dollar, screamin’ free Gucci Mane

Bitch I’m a Migo, I play with kilo
When I put ice on, I am sub zero
All of my niggas, they hard, call ‘em beetles

Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger and reagles
Droppin’ the top on the Bentley, I’m with the Birdman, yeah the eagle
Geeked out my mind, man I’m tripping out
I don’t know none of these people
Hey my little shawty, go get me a four and bring back me a liter
Yes, I got drugs, I’m not worried about that

They know they can get wet and I swear
I got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money, I call change
20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made
Big hundred dollar, screamin’ free Gucci Mane

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Meek Mill

Meek Mill

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Throw some motherfuckin’ money in the air
Throw some motherfuckin’ money in the air
Trigga, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go
Throw some motherfuckin’ money in the air
Throw some motherfuckin’ money in the air
Trigga, let’s go

Stop. Pose. What’s that?
Bend it over quick, throw your butt back
Tuned in for the mill, where the bucks at?
She see me spend a couple mill like fuck that
She wanna ride on it like a bus pass
Give me smart brain and a dumb pack
Go on poke out, thumb tack
Back that ass up I’mma front that
Knock it out the park. Let these other niggas bunt that
Turn the music up, where the club at?
Throw a couple stacks, where the 1’s at?
Shout to all the women that know they got that come back
Girl, you got that I can see it from the front back
She said “Damn, they be hatin’, where the love at?
I said “Damn that, you looking like you does that. ”
Hair up, damn, she done brought the fuckin’ bun back
Niggas shady, damn, bring the sun back
Beat crazy, damn, bring the drums back
This yo’ city, nigga. Damn, how I run that?
Forgot I was a singer, damn, bring the run back
Woo!

[Chorus]
Aye, Check me out doe
I’mma keep it real with you
Aye Check me out doe
I’m just tryin’ to chill with you
Aye Check me out doe
I’mma keep it real with you
Che-Check me out
Aye Check me out doe
I’m just tryin’ to chill with you
Aye Check me out doe
I’mma keep it real with you
Che-check me out

You say you work hard, where you work at?
Girl I go hard, let me work that
Say you got drive, well reverse that
I’mma beat it up. I’ma, I’mma hurt that

Single momma, yeah yeah I support that
I don’t judge baby, I ain’t tryin to court that

I don’t play baby, I ain’t tryin to sport that
Talking ‘bout its real when I know somebody bought that

My time money and you niggas can’t afford that
Bad bitches in the studio where I record that
Right now and I’m finna pipe down
Once I’m done this verse shit
I’mma kill this pussy I’mma hearse it
I’mma fool with it, super cool with it
Why you snoozin’, I got a booze in it
I took her panties and I put a pool in it
The flow stupid, its so stupid

[Chorus]

Uh, check me out doe
I’m in that Ralph Lo
Red bottoms for the models, never Aldo
Catch me ridin’, Maserati with the top low
And I get deep up in that pussy, then I outro
Bad bitch and the miles low
Oh, that’s your main chick? That’s my side ho
She a dime and she a dime so we don’t know
When I compare ‘em it’s like a chevy, a tahoe
Yo trigga’ where the hoes?
I’m in the Margielas, they like what are those?
I got them guys jealous cause I’m getting dough
She said she never seen a ghost ‘til she was in my rolls
Lookey here, I’mma keep it real with you
Get it clear, I ain’t tryin’ to chill with you
Give her here so I can put the steel in ya
Now, shorty bust it open for a real nigga

[Chorus]

This right here, this goes out
To all the motherfucking
Getting money bitches in the house
Don’t stop let’s work let’s rock
Don’t stop let’s work let’s rock
Throw some motherfuckin’ money in the air
Throw some motherfuckin’ money in the air

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Coming hard core looking like a gangster bitch
Trying to front like you ain’t rolling filthy rich
Laguna Hills you were born and raised
But you?re claiming South Central is where you spent your days
Coming out hard talking crazy
Knowing in your mind that you really don’t fit
Standing up straight with a ganster lean
Talking ganster slang about what you seen

Take a chance kid, don’t fall down hard again

You better think twice before you come at me
Right through your dome I can clearly see
Hey little dog, you gonna bark all day?
Cause toe to toe, in the ring, is where I play
So you better step back and check yourself
Stop fronting and just be yourself
Cause no one cares what set your claiming
Till someone grabs their gun and starts their aiming
At you!

Tripping out cause you got no clout

Cause it ain’t about how hard you are
Try using your brain and you will go far
Be true to the color that you were born with
Not the color that you’re adorned with
So keep it real and always be true
And be yourself in all that you do
Stand up tall and get some respect
And always remember, keep yourself in check

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Zebrahead

Zebrahead

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Coming hard core looking like a gangster bitch
Trying to front like you ain’t rolling filthy rich
Laguna hills you were born and raised
But you?re claiming south central is where you spent your days
Coming out hard talking crazy
Knowing in your mind that you really don’t fit
Standing up straight with a ganster lean
Talking ganster slang about what you seen

Take a chance kid, don’t fall down hard again

You better think twice before you come at me
Right through your dome i can clearly see
Hey little dog, you gonna bark all day?
Cause toe to toe, in the ring, is where i play
So you better step back and check yourself
Stop fronting and just be yourself
Cause no one cares what set your claiming
Till someone grabs their gun and starts their aiming
At you!

Tripping out cause you got no clout

Cause it ain’t about how hard you are
Try using your brain and you will go far
Be true to the color that you were born with
Not the color that you’re adorned with
So keep it real and always be true
And be yourself in all that you do
Stand up tall and get some respect
And always remember, keep yourself in check