笨小笨Type mony (sped up version|Explicit)歌词由Yeat sped up演唱，出自专辑《AftrLyfe (sped up version) [Explicit]》，下面是《Type mony (sped up version|Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Type mony (sped up version|Explicit)歌词完整版
Type monëy (Sped Up Version|Explicit) - Yeat sped up
Lyrics by：Noah Smith/Leonardo Claus
Composed by：Noah Smith/Leonardo Claus
556 big bullets to the head woo woo
I don't even **** with nobody what's the deal
I'ma lay back kick back pop a pill woo woo
Drivin' in the coupe I don't even grab the wheel
Swervin' the muh****in' madness skrrt
I already said that **** skrrt
Swervin' the muh****in' madness
Hol' on hol' on
I already planned that **** *****
I was just swervin' the muh****in' Tonk'
Swervin' this **** right out the muh****in' bottom
Yeah took this **** out on the town
I'ma pop me a Perc'
I'm not drinkin' Moscato
I'm sippin' on lean lean I'm green
I'm high as a bird ***** phew
Yeah I'm poppin' the muh****in' X
Lil' *****
I ain't no nerd *****
Yeah hol' on come on come and tell
Me what you said and what you heard *****
Yeah I got snipers aimin'
Down at your head bang bang
***** yeah
I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond skrrt
Right off the curb *****
Luh curb
Yeah seven-seven-seven send 'em to heaven
I'm talkin' to God ***** phew
Yeah you don't know who we are *****
I got dirty money buried in dirt
Type of money put that boy on a shirt
Type of money make the ***** go berserk
Type of money make that ***** go twerk uh
Type of money I could ruin your world
And type of money
I could take your lil' girl
This type of money got me runnin' the world
This type of gun it 'bout to hit in his bowels
'Boutta show them all but this is not help
Roll 'em down and dish 'em out from the barrel
I got mob ties way before all of us
I'm a big star call the astronomers
Got a big car it gon' fit all of us
***** you gon' need a mil' if you just want a verse
I don't wanna talk no I don't wanna converse
Back in the trap with no sign of a hearse
Bonnie and Clyde got a Glock in her purse oh yeah
We them boys who be poppin' them tags *****
When that ***** wanna **** go 'head
Yeah my Glock shoot his shot like a fade
***** we know that you broke keep tabs on ya
***** you trippin' you off of them tabs
Like a snake ***** we hide in the grass
Made this **** out of muh****in' Lego
Made it easy this **** from the ground
I wanna live too this a jam
And she sit on the beach she a shell
We ride we look covered in rags
Inside the Urus the ***** all red yeah
Bend the ***** back and I bust on her head yeah
One two three four shots leave him dead he dead
556 big bullets to the head
I don't even **** with nobody what's the deal
What's the deal
I'ma lay back kick back
Pop a pill woo woo
Drivin' in the coupe
I don't even grab the wheel
Woo woo
556 big bullets to the head woo woo
I don't even **** with nobody what's the deal
I'ma lay back kick back pop a pill woo woo
Drivin' in the coupe I don't even grab the wheel
Swervin' the muh****in' madness skrrt
I already said that **** skrrt
Swervin' the muh****in' madness
Hol' on hol' on
I already planned that **** *****
I was just swervin' the muh****in' Tonk'
Swervin' this **** right the muh****in' bottom
Yeah took this **** out on the town
I'ma pop me a Perc' I'm not drinkin' Moscato
Sippin' on lean lean I'm green
I'm high as a bird ***** phew
Yeah I'm poppin' the muh****in' X
Lil' ***** I ain't no nerd *****
Yeah hol' on come on come and tell me
What you said and what you heard *****
Yeah I got snipers aimin' down at your head
Yeah you blurred ***** yeah
I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond skrrt
Right off the curb ***** luh curb
Seven-seven-seven-seven send 'em to heaven
I'm talkin' to God ***** phew
Yeah yeah yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo woo
Mamamamama
