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Acetone Boogie - Money Makin Lyrics

[Intro: Frankie Goldie]
Get the fuck up out my way while I'm getting to the money
Fuck up out my way while I'm getting to the money
Fuck up out my way while I'm getting to the money (Devereaux!)
Get the fuck up out my face while I'm getting to the-

[Verse 1: Acetone]
Please don't fuck with me I ain't right in the mental
If you ain't speaking money then just and move them lil' dentures
Homie, shut your fucking teeth before you don't have any left
And I swing that machete through your ugly little neck
It's that Gloom gang Gloom gang what you tryna do mane
Snuff nose pointed at your OG let it boom bang
Shrooms, Cain, Perc, Lean anything you want
I got it all on deck we OD no shorts or fronts homie

[Chorus]
All my dogs get that paper paper paper paper
All my dogs get that money money money money
Oh my God getting paper paper paper paper
Oh my God getting money money money money (OK)
All my dogs get that paper
All my dogs getting money
All my dogs chasing paper
All my dogs chase that money (OK!) (OK!)
[Verse 2: Frankie Goldie]
Don't you ever bang my line and hit me with no chit-chat
Goldie mane I'm back up on the block and spitting big facts
Yeah, Gloom Unit bitch we really did that
Know that I can split that they coming with that big bag
Get your lick back (?) we can split that
Eating like some heathens while your pockets
Fucking on your BM I got Becky in the Hellcat
In the kitchen whippin' work I'll teach you how to sell that

[Chorus]
All my dogs get that paper paper paper paper
All my dogs get that money money money money
Oh my God getting paper paper paper paper
Oh my God getting money money money money (OK)
All my dogs get that paper
All my dogs getting money
All my dogs chasing paper
All my dogs chase that money (OK!) (OK!)