Money Haffi Mek - NEW GEN, Stefflon Don, ABRA CADABRA

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If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek

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Money haffi mek

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Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek

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Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

Woosh woosh in di face

Gyal don’t wan me vex

Mek gyal run race

Lick arf the, lick arf the, lick arf the bludclart ting

Round here don’t safe

Who told man it’s safe?

All my dons set pace

None of my dons lick stray

Gyal ah get dash, weh

Money haffi drop

Phone ah just ring ring

Like we deh a inna deh trap

Ting mad up

Big titty haffi get grab up

Pretty face haffi get kiss up

Side bitch haffi get wrap up

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek

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Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

I bang jobs on the low when I do road (do road, do road)

They ain’t riding on we, they ain’t riding on we cah we do show

Man pop arf the ting and garn

'Bout you wanna stunt with your Hublot

I run up in yards, run up in traps

Man do road then I do home

Man do road then I do home

Money haffi mek, money fi get tek

Food haffi nyam

If you get in the way of man’s programmes

Big tom tom haffa bang

Me nuh inna no long talking

Glock 9 deya when we walking

If it’s war then it’s war, then we’re warring

Three star there I ain’t sparring?

Tings dem deh bout, shooters deh bout

Ready fi get send out (local)

Creep up line him up

Bone marrow get tek out

I got more than a couple niggas

I’m with some hitters and some fucking drillers

I get up everyday

Thinking damn, I just want these figures

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

Rise of the 16 shots

Rise till the ting lean out

All me want is more money and mi gold

And mi girls haffi get neat up

Go say we go hard doe

What we do, they don’t do

Looking at my niggas like you

I’mma let It go if one say so

Dat boy nuh ready

Fucking up a nigga for the pressie

Yeah say they gon' get me

All now, nobody don’t get me

Watch me fuck it up, blow the budget up

Take the Grammy, pull up wit the burner

Kill it, murder, leave no worker

Bitch, I’m Timmy Turner

Sticky icky, ain’t nobody messing wit me

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek

Money haffi mek (mmmm)

Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef