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Just Bars Video (MV)




Performed By: ddNewMoney
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Adonis Malone, Darian Gilliam
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ddNewMoney - Just Bars Lyrics




I be trippin' in the club, pick that shit up Niggas talk about some money, I tell them pick
That shit up You a real gangster nigga, hold your wrist up
Nigga hold your wrist, hmm, you ain't know this shit
I got green money, my shit blue and old and shit

All these white faces, boy my money, old as shit shit
I'm a rich nigga, bitch, I can pay a rent Hop up in the morning, get my shit off, corners
Getting bent Pints of lean, pullin' foreign whips, I was
Made for this Me and gang, holding this shit together, like

A paper clip I get your bitch, pick the hoe mind, like
What you major in I switch the script and change the whole
Line, like who you banking with My patience running low with you niggas, it's
Getting paper thin This cup of drink is all I ever needed in this

Life of sin This paper I'm counting up, it's getting dirty
I need to wipe my hands These niggas out here looking worried, better
Make a plan Bro in a trap with them birdies tryna make a
Hen I'm standing tall, I'm feeling sturdy nigga

I don't dance Put a ice cube in my cup, I'm bout to Bend ya mans (Benjamin)
Nigga can't knock me off my pivot, I got a different stance
Bro they just showed me a booky like a scripture man
They put my name up in the bible, yeah the scripture say it

I had to cut into a bitch, I told her quit complaining
If you got something on your mind, boy you better say it
I don't sit up on my ass, boy I don't get complacent
Smoking yo dead homie, counting dead faces I be dropping fire, dropping heat, yeah I be

Hell raising Caught a flight to Cali, stayed for a week and
Made some real paper she can't walk in banks and be a freak, yeah
That's a deal breaker I ain't made no cheese off rap right now
But I will later He don't even got a rack right now, he gon

Still chase her My brother touch the package down, he starting
To feel like Peyton I don't really f*ck with these niggas, I'm
Starting to think I'm racist All of the hoes they show me love, I'm starting
To feel like Raymond If you stay down, you run it up, you gotta

Have the patience If you stay down, they show you love, you get
Up they hate you You a clown, niggas laughing in your face and
You ain't trying to change it Up in this life, you all alone, my nigga
Who gon' save you
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English

I be trippin' in the club, pick that shit up Niggas talk about some money, I tell them pick
That shit up You a real gangster nigga, hold your wrist up
Nigga hold your wrist, hmm, you ain't know this shit
I got green money, my shit blue and old and shit

All these white faces, boy my money, old as shit shit
I'm a rich nigga, bitch, I can pay a rent Hop up in the morning, get my shit off, corners
Getting bent Pints of lean, pullin' foreign whips, I was
Made for this Me and gang, holding this shit together, like

A paper clip I get your bitch, pick the hoe mind, like
What you major in I switch the script and change the whole
Line, like who you banking with My patience running low with you niggas, it's
Getting paper thin This cup of drink is all I ever needed in this

Life of sin This paper I'm counting up, it's getting dirty
I need to wipe my hands These niggas out here looking worried, better
Make a plan Bro in a trap with them birdies tryna make a
Hen I'm standing tall, I'm feeling sturdy nigga

I don't dance Put a ice cube in my cup, I'm bout to Bend ya mans (Benjamin)
Nigga can't knock me off my pivot, I got a different stance
Bro they just showed me a booky like a scripture man
They put my name up in the bible, yeah the scripture say it

I had to cut into a bitch, I told her quit complaining
If you got something on your mind, boy you better say it
I don't sit up on my ass, boy I don't get complacent
Smoking yo dead homie, counting dead faces I be dropping fire, dropping heat, yeah I be

Hell raising Caught a flight to Cali, stayed for a week and
Made some real paper she can't walk in banks and be a freak, yeah
That's a deal breaker I ain't made no cheese off rap right now
But I will later He don't even got a rack right now, he gon

Still chase her My brother touch the package down, he starting
To feel like Peyton I don't really f*ck with these niggas, I'm
Starting to think I'm racist All of the hoes they show me love, I'm starting
To feel like Raymond If you stay down, you run it up, you gotta

Have the patience If you stay down, they show you love, you get
Up they hate you You a clown, niggas laughing in your face and
You ain't trying to change it Up in this life, you all alone, my nigga
Who gon' save you
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Writer: Adonis Malone, Darian Gilliam
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