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Luh Tyler - Money Virus Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, on gang (Savion)
You know what the fuck it is, man, Mr. Skii, man
Yeah
Okay
Yeah, let's do it, nigga
Yeah

[Chorus]
In a black truck with your ho beside me
She wanna fuck 'cause she know we poppin'
VVSs on all the diamonds (Ice)
I'm sick, I got a money virus (I got a money virus)
Crazy, she say that's what I drive her (Yeah)
Swim in your bitch like scuba diver (Uh)
Try the gang, nigga gon' be shootin' at you (Frrt)
Late night, we probably Booby Trappin'
My ho should be in a beauty pageant (Yeah)
These ain't no Nikes, these fuckin' Lanvins (Fuckin' Lanvins)
Stick to the bag like a fuckin' magnet (Uh)
Step on that boy like a fuckin' maggot
Got twenty-one flows, I'm a fuckin' savage (Fuckin' savage)
All of my hoes want designer baggage
I like them hoes that be gettin' nasty (Uh)
Hit from the back while she call me daddy
[Verse]
I'm stuffin' fives, tens, twenties, and fifties, and hundreds inside of the bag
I'm fuckin' fine bitches and shittin' on niggas all day, man, I know that they mad
I'm on the grind for all them days I was broke, I ain't tryna never go back
This whole damn time, I was cheatin' on my ho, but she ain't never know that
My nigga the type to get rich from them 'bows, you gon' go broke with the pack (Go broke with the pack)
Right now, I'm with a freak lil' ho, she want my thumb in her ass (Uh)
I woke up thumbin' this cash
You niggas be cryin' over hoes, they so sad
Niggas be so flat
Chasin' that money up, bitch, I'm the GOAT at it
Your bitch is a dope addict
Addicted to Skii, now she can't leave me
These lil' boys wanna be me
I got what I wished for like I had talked to a genie (I had talked to a genie)
My money counter keep beepin'
After I hit a bitch, make her get out, yeah, she leavin' (Yeah)
That lil' ho is a demon
Think she a zombie how she be eatin' on people (Uh)
She wanna kick it, I told a bitch I ain't playin' no FIFA, yeah (No, no)
My wrist so icy, look like I put my hand in the freezer, yeah (Ice, ice)
I keep on leavin' these bitches, I ain't ran into a keeper, yeah
I keep wakin' up with the racks, think I got a money disease, yeah (Damn)

[Chorus]
In a black truck with your ho beside me
She wanna fuck 'cause she know we poppin' (Yeah)
VVSs on all the diamonds
I'm sick, I got a money virus (I got a money virus)
Crazy, she say that's what I drive her (Yeah)
Swim in your bitch like scuba diver (Uh)
Try the gang, they gon' be shootin' at you (Frrt)
Late night, we probably Booby Trappin' (We probably Booby Trappin')
My ho should be in a beauty pageant
These ain't no Nikes, these fuckin' Lanvins (Fuckin' Lanvins)
Stick to the bag like a fuckin' magnet (Fuckin' magnet)
Step on that boy like a fuckin' maggot (A fuckin' magnet)
Got twenty-one flows, I'm a fuckin' savage
All of my hoes want designer baggage (Designer baggage)
I like them hoes that be gettin' nasty (Yeah)
Hit from the back while she call me daddy (Uh)
[Outro]
I like them hoes that be gettin' nasty
Hit from the back while she call me daddy
All of my hoes want designer baggage
Yeah
On gang
Yeah, skii