Video Who Dont Love Money de Al Chapo 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al Chapo - Who Dont Love Money Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ay, Chapo)
Hum, uh, yeah
Vampire, hm, dead files
We ain't worried 'bout nobody, we got sticks when we walk out
H-Hm, rock out
Gang (Gang)

[Chorus]
We ain't worried 'bout nobody, we got sticks when we walk out
This shit get wicked, I psych out
Talm' 'bout that ra-ra, he piped down, rrr
Yeah, he get gunned down
Huh, and they know I got vampires 'round
Huh, and they know I spray whole hundred rounds
Huh, and I hit that boy with the .4 pound
Huh, I had a pound of weight, like four pounds
Don't play with the mobb, been around town
Juggin' whatever, yeah, I'm gon' catch my mans, whatever
I had a pop out with that lil' ass Glock today, but tomorrow I'll do better
Play with the mobb, pluck head like a feather

[Verse]
Hm, I'm comin' in, with a hunnid' 'round (Hm)
Whoa told me that he love them gun sounds (Hmm)
If they play with us, I take the extra mile (Hm)
And they left my brother in that dog pound (Gang)
If he play with us, he get black rosed (Black rosed)
Everybody know she a known ho
They can never prove I had that stolo (Stolo)
I ain't never gave a fuck about BOLO
Know I got Mexican shooters like Cholo
Once I shoot 'em down, I go call Kilo (Kilo)
We send the blitz through the Telegram (Whoa)
I'm the type to rob a fucking beaver dam
I'm my own man, with no helping hands
I was robbing shit, how I became a man
Get it by myself, y'all was breastfed
Y'all got due dates, just like an old head
It's the band, what everyone call it, gotta fix this drum (Drum)
Huh, yeah, bust 'til the goddamn white meat, like an Air Force One (One)
Man, these niggas never talking 'bout nun
I ain't going, I'm trusting this this gun
I'll whack yo' ass, fell in love with hundun
Nine millimeter hit his ass in the stomach
I pulled the Drac' out and I got them boys running from me
Huh, nigga came from nun', made a way just like Harriet Tubman
That nigga ain't on shit, get a plunger
Huh, yeah, yo' bitch gon' go
Who don't love money? (Hmm, brr)
I'ma do that job, give a fuck if it's sunny (Job)
I just whack 'em, catch 'em, did that boy bad (Whack 'em, catch 'em)
Look at the size of the clip, it's a whole 30 mag (30 Mag)
Gotta VOB on Monday, walk out the court and I wag
Baby Life, Spaz, like gun play, nigga I'm on his ass
Did the boy bad, I don't feel bad (I don't feel bad, yeah)
Every time I go to the bank, nigga I just laugh
[Bridge]
(Yeah, y'all niggas broke)
(Yeah, y'all niggas broke)
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Huh, yo' bitch gon' go
Who don't love money?

[Chorus]
Huh, gang
We ain't worried 'bout nobody, we got sticks when we walk out
This shit get wicked, I psych out
Talm' 'bout that ra-ra, he piped down, rrr
Yeah, he get gunned down
Huh, and they know I got vampires 'round
Huh, and they know I spray whole hundred rounds
Huh, and I hit that boy with the .4 pound
Huh, I had a pound of weight, like four pounds
Don't play with the mobb, been around town
Juggin' whatever, yeah, I'm gon' catch my mans, whatever
I had a pop out with that lil' ass Glock today, but tomorrow I'll do better
Play with the mobb, pluck head like a feather (Feather)

[Outro]
Mm, yeah, hunnid' 'round
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Huh, yo' bitch gon' go, who don't love money?