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Listen to For Da Money - Single by Glam Graham
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TWANNA TE NEE GRAHAM
TWANNA TE NEE GRAHAM
Songwriter
DARIUS DESHAWN RUFUS
DARIUS DESHAWN RUFUS
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Fury
DJ Fury
Producer

Lyrics

KD, I don't know why these thousand dollar air New niggas keep playing games with me No style humdrum clown ass nigga I been getting money since the 90s, check my track Prolly had yo bitch on the track, and you on the corner wit a pack Glam Graham I got a team of bad bitches and they nasty Love to take dick talk shit but they classy Hair and nails done dat's da fashion If you wanna fuck betta have dat money flashin Pull up in a Wraith high speed no crashin Smoke a whole blunt, get ya own I ain't passin Big bank shit we just doin this for fun Big booty bitch taste like Bubblicious Gum ugh Yeah I said it and I meant it who gone check me Got these hoes mad cause this music finna bless me I don't want the fame I just want them blue faces Cop me some J's black and white both races You can't show a stack you should keep ya mouth shut Bitch you dirty and you whack I consider you a mutt I ain't ever seen you make a purchase since I met you Wanna talk shit but you broke so what dat mouth do This goes out to all my bad ass bitches Get up on ya feet rock dat nigga out his britches Make dat booty bounce ooh shit so delicious Get ya bread up save all of yo riches Twerk, twerk for da money Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk for da money Now twerk, twerk, twerk for da money Get ya bag up lil mama don't be twerking for free Ass phat but my pockets is too I can spend a check nigga what about you On God I'm a beast I deserve dis shit Throw salt in the game watch me curve dat shit Earrings cost more than ya monthly rent People pray for me to win bitch I'm heavenly sent If you hatin that's a sin you should prolly repent Thinking Glam ain't gone make it bitch you got me bent Fuck a fraud and they friends y'all hoes real mad Unhappy with ya life y'all hoes real sad Be a cold day in Hell foe you stop my grind If it ain't about the coins I ain't got no time I'm talking so much bread I can hardly keep up Never listen to a hater I'm a boss what the fuck 200k in 3 months that a real good quarter Tryna make a couple mill betta hide your daughter This goes out to all my bad ass bitches Get up on ya feet rock dat nigga out his britches Make dat booty bounce ooh shit so delicious Get ya bread up save all of yo riches Twerk, twerk for da money Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk for da money Now twerk, twerk, twerk for da money Get ya bag up lil mama don't be twerking for free Grab ya toes pop that ass in the air On God if you fuckin make that dick disappear Make dat nigga throw his bread like it's hot in his hands Make that big booty bounce if you wanna see bands Now go left cheek, bounce dat big ol booty bounce it Go right cheek, bounce that big ol booty bounce it Go both cheeks, bounce that booty big ol booty Go both cheeks, bounce that booty big ol booty aah
Writer(s): Twanna Graham, Darius Rufus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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