Money In My Jeans by Frenzo Harami Lyrics

Quote from the song “Money In My Jeans” by Frenzo Harami

I got money in my jeans
I sell pussy in my sleep, I make money in my dreams
My bitch cleaning up, she ain't a housemaid
She don't shit on the doorstep, that bitch house trained
She's in the whore house giving out brains
For that L.V. and that Balmain
She ain't fucking for free
Up in these streets you get nothing for free
Came in the game and I done it with ease
I'm a caretaker, I'm juggling keys
I was on the run from the D's
But I can't run man, I struggle to breathe
I don't give a fuck about no writer's block
I'm on the opp block tryna write 'em off
Krusty the Clown, man I'm juggling packs
My brudda lost couple stacks, he held a couple of slaps

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Money In My Jeans”

• Featuring: Way2Bandy, Blocka (UK)
• Produced: Handz Beatz
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Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Money In My Jeans” Released in 2023

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[Verse 1: Frenzo Harami]

I got money in my jeans
I sell pussy in my sleep, I make money in my dreams
My bitch cleaning up, she ain't a housemaid
She don't shit on the doorstep, that bitch house trained
She's in the whore house giving out brains
For that L.V. and that Balmain
She ain't fucking for free
Up in these streets you get nothing for free
Came in the game and I done it with ease
I'm a caretaker, I'm juggling keys
I was on the run from the D's
But I can't run man, I struggle to breathe
I don't give a fuck about no writer's block
I'm on the opp block tryna write 'em off
Krusty the Clown, man I'm juggling packs
My brudda lost couple stacks, he held a couple of slaps

[Verse 2: Way2Bandy]

Seen this shit from the takeoff
Same time tryna catch him broad day and then bake off
They only do this ting online like ASOS
I lost my bro to this life, I ain't taking no days off
When I see that pussy it's murder on sight
I'm like YNW Melly, murder on my mind
Had two bad bitches with the kid twerking all night
I don't fall for them bitches till they look like they cry
He rap caps so I can't relate
Proof's in the pudding man, I can't be fake
Fuck them attempts, it's straight M's
Got a burner in this gunmetal grey Benz
He tried draw man out
He's with his pickneys in the parks going walkabouts
Any opps I see slipping's getting slaughtered down
Got a digger and a spinner just to roll around

[Verse 3: Blocka]

Really on the maddest ting
Walk into a party and I'm banging on the baddest ting
If I'm round my team just know I brang the ting
Remember days when I used to put packs in cling
Two bells in the ding dong
I'm beefing yutes that like to sing songs
I'm more on sight, I like to drill dons
I'm a silver back gorilla like King Kong
Since my teens I've been a menace
Hungry for this money, I'm just motherfucking peckish
In the grow tryna pattern these electrics
Only big weight, I ain't into fucking Z flips
I'm with Frenzo, he's a raami dalla
Making hella bands off this kaali talla
When the phone rings just know I'm waking up
Cah I'm into making money, just caking up