Mel Savv - Money So Big Lyrics (2025)

Money So Big Lyrics
by Mel Savv

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Mel Savv - Money So Big Lyrics

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Back out some shit that a knock down a hippo
Once I start dumping bitch you better get low
I swear I'm a demon do hits out a fishbowl
Sliding through Opps got em ducking like limbo
She wanna f*ck cause she heard I'm a gangster
Just opened the trap I'm serving my neighbors
Hit my phone i got different flavors
F*ck on a thot then I'll see you later
Smoking this za it come from Jamaica
He run up on me send him to his maker
Chop got a sting call that shit a taser
He tried to run chase him with the knocks
Spinning through opps dumping hella shots
Toting on Angie won't stop for the cops
Run up on me and I'm dumping my chop
Niggas they know I put on for my block
48 gang beat him out his socks
If you jacking the opps bitch you getting shot
Glah Glah
If you jacking the opps bitch you getting clapped
Hop out the v toting on the strap
Run up on me put you in a pack
None of my opps ever got back
We just smoking niggas out the backwood
In the hood
And these niggas know shit not good
Hop out the v put him in a blunt
Now we smoking this nigga with runts
No grabba cause that nigga punch
Like what?
No grabba cause that nigga punch
Back out some shit that a knock down a hippo
Once I start dumping bitch you better get low
I swear I'm a demon do hits out a fishbowl
Sliding through Opps got em ducking like limbo
She wanna f*ck cause she heard I'm a gangster
Just opened the trap I'm serving my neighbors
Hit my phone i got different flavors
F*ck on a thot then I'll see you later
Smoking this za it come from Jamaica
He run up on me send him to his maker
Chop got a sting call that shit a taser
He tried to run chase him with the knocks
Spinning through opps dumping hella shots
Toting on Angie won't stop for the cops
Run up on me and I'm dumping my chop
Niggas they know I put on for my block

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