Married To The £ Lyrics

Married To The £ - Tion Wayne

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Love

But there's no one I've trusted

Buss down chains even though I'm most wanted

But man just said fuck this

Lean with a gun on your brother like Russ

Get the bag even if I weren't an artist

But you've gone mad if you take me for a target

Same time brain of Caroline or Charlotte

Shakin' up their arses, rass it

1 gyal, 2 gyal, 3 gyal, 4

If I cuff one I can't see no more

Kick off the door, wavin' the 44

He touch my boy won't talk I just bore

You with me ya grind away ya grind too

I'd rather live my life beside you

Talking on the net until I find you

I just wanna make my bread and be

Married to the pound

Swear down if money was a girl (wanna be your baby)

I gotta put on for my block

Go hard for my niggas in the jail

Broke boys cuff for a fuck

Think he's in luck so he say to a slut

(Wanna be your baby)

Do I chase money money

Get money let that nigga take the L

Simone, never used to pick phone

Now she just blow coz she heard ya boys blown

Doing up airports never go home

True my shoes from Italy so I just Rome, Lavish

Run down niggas on my ones, baddest

Rap game put me in the class, bracket

D down telling me she can't, hack it

Pound, habit

1 gyal, 2 gyal, 3 gyal, 4

If I cuff one I can't see no more

Kick off the door, wave in the 44

He touch my boy won't talk I just bore

You with me ya grind away ya grind too

I'd rather live my life beside you

Talking on the net until I find you

I just wanna make my bread and be

Married to the pound

Swear down if money was a girl (wanna be your baby)

I gotta put on for my block

Go hard for my niggas in the jail

Broke boys cuff for a fuck

Think he's in luck so he say to a slut

(Wanna be your baby)

Do I chase money money

Get money let that nigga take the L