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Dre Polo - On My sh** lyrics

[ Intro, Dre Polo]
Woo, ohh you smell it, it's money


[Chorus, Dre Polo]
b**h I'm on my sh**, and I ain't acting like it stank
Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank
Tell the bank teller give me all Ben Franks
Young rich n***as give a f** what they thank


[ Verse 1, Dre Polo]
Cause b**h I'm on my sh**, and I ain't acting like it stank
Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank
Stacking up my mula, spend it on my j**la
Ten gold chains call me slick rick the rula
And I be riding through by old hood but I'm new sh**
Same old attitude but I'm in new six
We be eating Soho we be eating Ruth Chris
Screaming f** the popo on my Ice Cube sh**
I be getting love in bodegas out in Brooklyn
Stacking up money sh** taller than Bushwick
Let the money pile up, had to change the style up
See me on IG and I got my smile up
b**h I'm balling out I can buy my own sport
Pay my n***a lawyer fees if he go the court
Playing old Biggie, f** b**hes get money
If you ain't tryna get it broke n***a get from me

[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/dre-polo/the-prelude/on-my-sh**.html]



[Chorus, Dre Polo]
b**h I'm on my sh**, and I ain't acting like it stank
Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank
Tell the bank teller give me all Ben Franks
Young rich n***as give a f** what they thank


[Verse 2, Dre Polo]
Dre Polo be the one these rap n***as wanna envy
I'm making 7 out of 10 you ain't even made a penny
My chicks look creole, you need Ms. Cleo
Off the wall Mike Jack, you other n***as Tito
And I'm sipping on Clicqout, I don't do the smirnoff
Talking about money broke n***a we ain't heard yall
I get love in the Third Ward like the bird call
Grinding so much I f** around and take year off
And come right back on my own schedule
Made myself a boss tell these lables I won't settle
All these n***as mad cause Im on a new level
All gold bezel, eyes reder than the devil
Swear that all you n***as weird, and all you n***as strange
This is my year and I made my own lane
f**ing up the game, screaming money ain't a thang
Wake up to good head, champagne and MaryJane


[ Chorus]

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