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Kenny Mason – “Much Money” [Audio, Lyrics]

Kenny Mason - Much Money (ft. Freddie Gibbs) (prod. Skufl)

Musical artist, Kenny Mason unveils the remix to the Skufl-produced “Much Money” track featuring Freddie Gibbs. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Kenny Mason Much Money
Kenny Mason Much Money

Since releasing Angelic Hoodratlast April, Kenny Mason has been making a name for himself as one of the most captivating new Hip-Hop acts coming out of Atlanta right now. The young artist is known for experimenting with alternative rock soundscapes, but his talent as a lyricist is undeniable, as seen on his newly released Angelic Hoodrat: Supercut.

The new deluxe extension to his critically acclaimed debut features the slew of singles that Kenny has been dropping since February (including “Partments,” “Pup,” and “Rih”) as well as a couple of his previously heard 2020 “Ruff” singles. The Denzel Curry-assisted “A+” and the soul sampling “Much Money” made the Supercut, but the latter appeared on Kenny Mason’s deluxe album with a newly added and completely unexpected guest feature: Freddie Gibbs.

Kenny Mason – Much Money (ft. Freddie Gibbs) (prod. Skufl)

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenny Mason]
Ain’t finna argue when nobody harder
Ain’t finna argue with nobody daughter
You only bossy ’cause somebody spoiled you
You only bossed up when nobody chargin’
I only tear up whenever I start
To look where we at ’cause I know where we started
Miss me with static, you know that we brought it
It’s automatic like those are the target
Totin’ the target, won’t miss our target
With the lil’ beam on it, won’t miss a martian
With that lil’ beam on it, won’t miss a marble
Call up lil’ demon, he gon’ hit your marble
Put up my finger and finger a goddess
On Venus, I’m eatin’ out, even a garden
Ain’t no mo’ eatin’ out, we gettin’ leaner now
Niggas been readin’ now, we gettin’ smarter
Even the odds and get even odder
Seek any broads in need of ménages
Leanin’ or leadin’ on gullible people
To think that you hard is leavin’ me nauseous
Bitch, I really know niggas in pain
Share my vision for niggas that can’t
Knew your shit wasn’t legit when you gave
Your attention to ignorant claims

[Chorus: Kenny Mason & Freddie Gibbs]
I swear to God
Bitch, I might run my life with this spark
I can tell off the top he was flawed
I can tell how he talk, he a fraud
Know these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad ([?], yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Put that on [?] ain’t nobody harder
Bitch, you would never bitch, I beg your pardon
These labels get fed and these artists, they starvin’
I was gon’ be a rich nigga regardless
Big reppin’, gon’ whip that brick up regardless
Known in the shop, fix your trap and your barber
Went second time, we sell rocks like the Carter
[?] fishscale no [target?]
Yeah, I could group a bitches in a drop-top, yeah
Seen a Lamborghini, gave me slop-top, yeah
Seven in the mornin’ murkin’ opps up, yeah
And I go “Boom, boom, boom” like [?]
First to the money, I hit my geeker with a Tina
I moved on to the yayo, I was finished with the reefer
Fifty in this MAC-11, ’bout to shoot at the police
As I was chillin’ in the strip club, fuck a liberia
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad
Got that eight-fifty out for the squad
Bitch, you got on new pistols but ain’t gon’ shoot shit
I think you scared to die for the squad (You ain’t gon’ shoot shit)
Chopper hot, man, I put that on God (God)
Bet these fuck-niggas callin’ the sauce
Bitch, you got on new pistols but ain’t gon’ shoot shit
You gon’ snitch if they give you a charge
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad

[Chorus: Kenny Mason]
Bitch, I might run my life with this spark
I can tell off the top he was flawed
I can tell how he talk, he a fraud
Know these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad
I swear to God
Bitch, I might run my life with this spark
I can tell off the top he was flawed
I can tell how he talk, he a fraud
Know these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t die for the squad
Bet these niggas won’t, bet these niggas won’t
Bet that nigga won’t

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