Jefferey – Pop Money (Bust) lyrics

Inny mini mo ma money
Riddle Riddle yo got money
She ate on the glock, dot money
Yea bust it
Pop Money
Yea bust it pop money
Yea bust it pop money
Yea Bust pop money
Yea Bust pop money

Innie minnie mo ma money
Riddle Riddle Yo Gott Money
E8 on the dot glock money
Yea bust bust it pop money
Yea bust it pop money

Innie minnie mo all force
Plenty middle men aww foul
Hoes drink want style out
Lean dro perk xanax
Hitting him up staying fiend low
Hold the drink here free
Call ling Ross show him out
Hit and go cold alright
Hundred bows fleey
Sow him down
Feeling bossed up flow bless
Sow em now
Hood been full so sold em loud
Hoe fiend seen both so am out
Fend him up
Feeling short show em L
Anyway both Inked up show em L
And the boy flirt fuckin thing about
Sick "f" aint fault a friend about
Same love from the house win chick
I don't crossing love brethren
Am sold but am paid from the back
Pack attack and am gone hold him back
I 'as trying who wanna pack him hold him back
Auto knee felt sor''
Aint about a fella
How we three four seasons on attack
Counts weak soldier F on attack
Hault sound really called feedin folds
He fucking chose
Ain't fucking care free flow
Who said flu flow flu flow
Freak snow free snow use ol'
Hoes cheat soul get cole
Fuck hoes snitch hoes
Eat no hoe
Hose in chosen
Keef unless am traping pears am cold

Inni mini mo ma money
Riddle Riddle yo Got money
E8 on the dot cut money
Yea bust pop money
Yea bust pop money
Yea bust pop money

Inni mini mo ma money
Riddle Riddle "Yo Got" money
E8 on the dot clock money
Yea bust it pop money
Yea bust it pop money
Yea bust it pop money
Yea bust it pop money