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Lirik Rico Recklezz - My Money

Big Recklezz
Big Recklezz
Recklezz

I'm from the projects nigga, we grew up with nothin'
Cook with the Pyrex nigga, go get you some money
We on that wild wild shit, 'cause we from the jungle
I got a bad bitch with me, and she think I love her
But I don't love no bitch except for my mama
And you can keep those tens, 'cause I want them hundreds
And I don't need no friends, 'cause they might be runnin'
You probably love your bitch, but I love my money

Uh, you probably love your bitch, but I love them commas
All this cheese, bitch I want lasagna
We on that wild wild shit, like I'm Osama
It's like winter on my wrist, but in my hand it's that summer
I got this bad white bitch, I call her Madonna
Four quarter ass niggas, they change for a dollar
Old throwed ass niggas that grew up them llamas
In a foreign ass whip, another foreign behind us
Gettin' bread from a bitch, and she never made it
Four racks for the fit, bitch I got designer
Just smoked a whole zip, I can't get no higher
He look like a snitch, check the boy files

I'm from the projects nigga, we grew up with nothin'
Cook with the Pyrex nigga, go get you some money
We in that wild wild shit, 'cause we from the jungle
I got a bad bitch with me, and she think I love her
But I don't love no bitch except for my mama
And you can keep those tens, 'cause I want them hundreds
And I don't need no friends, 'cause they might be runnin'
You probably love your bitch, but I love my money

Projects nigga, that is the gutter
Cna't trust nobody, not even your brother
Ain't nothin' more important than that bread and that butter
Better make your choice, get a job or go hustle
Young nigga with a voice, bitch I'm from the struggle
VVS diamonds, my teeth are flooded
Hi-Tech where you find it, I'm sippin' that muddy
Bitch I frank your alignment, fuck her and her buddy
Them racks got me saggin', rich nigga still thuggin'
My bitch she the finest, and she think I love her
But she got me mistaken, 'cause she not my mother
Hot sauce on my noodles, I'm from the struggle

I'm from the projects nigga, we grew up with nothin'
Cook with the Pyrex nigga, go get you some money
We on that wild wild shit, 'cause we from the jungle
I got a bad bitch with me, and she think I love her
But I don't love no bitch except for my mama
And you can keep those tens, 'cause I want them hundreds
And I don't need no friends, 'cause they might be runnin'
You probably love your bitch, but I love my money