[Music] Hunxho – Save Yo Summer & Yo Money [+ Lyrics]

Emerging as a fresh voice in the music scene, Hunxho delivers a captivating new track, "Save Yo Summer & Yo Money". This release highlights the artist’s evolving sound and creative vision.

Following a series of successful singles, Hunxho continues to impress with this latest offering. The song blends catchy rhythms and thoughtful lyrics, making it a standout addition to this year’s music landscape.

Listeners will find "Save Yo Summer & Yo Money" featured on the project titled "I Quit Rap", showcasing Hunxho’s versatility and artistic growth. This body of work reflects a unique approach that fans and newcomers alike can appreciate.

Dive into the vibrant sounds of "Save Yo Summer & Yo Money" and experience the creative energy that Hunxho brings to the table. Enjoy!

Hunxho Save Yo Summer & Yo Money Lyrics:
Hey, hey, what you do to me?
Struggles, struggles, you hurt me to my core
I need someone more to go
I

Yeah, 'round my side, shit, I'm the mayor
They been hatin' on Xho, they hate I
I been blind to this shit, braille
I took time just to save my niggas
I ain't even take time to say myself
When I got locked up you wasn't there
Stressed the fuck out, pulled my hair out
Try to rob me, bet I buck on the blick
Know I had told them that I quit rap
But this shit ain't do nothing but make me rich
On Sex Money, I'm throwin' up Blood
Like this shit don't do nothin' but make me sick
I'm 'posed to be out here counting America
I been too busy tryna save me a bitch
I been too busy tryna make me a hit
Locked in, I got they keychain on me
Think I won't kill somethin', then you don't know me
Locked in, tryna keep my focus
Lost time and I lost my bros
Case ain't get beat, but I'm in it
Hit the street too soon, I'm damaged
I'm standin' on the business, not handling it
And too thorough, when you call I answer

I'm heatin' up, I don't get cold for nothing
I fuck with the strippers, and poles, and clubbin'
And I be clutchin' my pole in public
The niggas be hatin', but the hoes they love me
This year mine, nigga, save yo' summer
I ask God, can he save my ho?
I been locked in tryna save my money
I ask God, can he bring me more?
Yeah, today it be always somethin'
I been through too much, I can't be normal
If you wanna help me, don't talk down
Nigga, don't point at me, give me pointers
I really be rappin' 'cause this shit help me
I don't just rap 'cause it bring me money
I really be rappin' 'cause this shit therapy
I don't be talkin' 'bout shit I ain't doin'

Yeah, I hate bein' famous, the blogs, the pages
The money, the clothes, the cars, outrageous
This money I'm making, it be hard to save it
When I got these fuck-niggas dissin', I gotta buy guns
A young nigga armed and dangerous
Sittin' in jail made me calm and patient
Trauma, this shit made me young and angry
Drama from fuckin' these hoes when you famous
I broke the curse, I'm the one with the pape'
I bought the house with a pool and a gate
We the press, niggas pressin' and shit, we the best
Nothin' like Khaled, we the best
I'll be there when you need my help
I feed them 'fore I feed myself
When I get wins then we all get wins
When I take L's it be by myself
They can't stand me, they need they chair
When they look back I'll still be there
But I swear that I won't be where you left me
When you look back I'll be big as ever
She put on show like Key & Peele
I stole cars, put the key in, peel
I was at war when this shit got real
I had to rob just to pay my bills
I used to get change off my couch
Who would've ever thought I'd get a mil'
Slept on the floor of my dog 'nem house
Who would've ever thought I'd get a bed?
I watch a nigga mistreat my mama
Be damned if a nigga mistreat my kids
Was a kid when I seen a nigga beat my mama
Next time I see a nigga won't be scared

Next time I see a nigga won't be
Next time I see a nigga won't be, yeah
Next time I see a nigga gon' be
Next time I see a nigga gon' be laid
On me, yeah
On me, yeah
I gotta win, I got to feed my kids
I'm a real Blood fresh out the bed
I don't do drugs, but I got my meds
I wanna love you, I try my best
Ho do nothin' but tell me, "Yeah"
Only rap get to my head
I'm a robber who turn rapper
Fuck this rap shit, free the press
Fuck this rap shit, free the press

Some of my niggas ain't make it this far
They tellin' me, "Xho, you ain't livin' enough"
Been feelin' too down to be livin' it up
I got every top model bitch hittin' me up
I ain't too social, I don't go to the club
I rap, but can't post all the shit I be doin'
I'm livin', can't post all this motherfuckin' money
I still got my brother 'nem out sellin' drugs
I'm gettin' tired of keep sayin', "Free John"
I know he gettin' tired of keep goin' to prison
Any of my niggas that got a bond
I swear to God, I had went to go get 'em
She a freak, I know she'll fuck off the Don
But I don't even like when it's all in the system
Don't fall asleep around me with your sister
Can't fall asleep around hoes
'Cause if one of 'em hoes set me up, swear to God, I'll kill 'em
Yeah, I ain't never been the man in the middle
I took out the man and the man in the middle (yeah)
I'm still tryna get back how I was
I don't see myself when I look in the mirror
I don't see me, I see a rapper
This shit ain't me, I just adapted
Before this rap shit, I was gettin' active, know it
Yeah, why I clutch my heat so much? I be paranoid (yeah)
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout the rattin', diss me, I'll wrap the boy (yeah)
'Bout this beef I watch smoke burn like it's tobacco, boy (yeah)
I don't beat my bitches
Beat these beats up on a rapper flow (yeah)

Yeah (yeah), money on money on money on money (money on money)
I got some money, then fucked up some money (money on money)
I fuck these bitches on top of the money (money on money)
Think she can fuck me and get her some money (money on money)
She wouldn't fuck me when I ain't have nothin' (money on money)
When I was thuggin' the bitches were ugly
So I might fuck if the bitch a little ugly, yeah

Tired of goin' to school, I had dropped out
Bought my mama a truck, let her pop out
We'll still be outside when the block hot
I'm that nigga for real, what you talkin' 'bout?
To my Bri, yeah, I'm one of the hardest
And my bro 'nem, no tellin', I'm solid
I done ran up so much of this pape', dog
I can send all my siblings to college
Don't see outside, I see a dead body
Don't smoke but, dog, done get the highest
I'm still thankin' God that I made it out
Gotta give all the thanks to the highest
I see through these lil' niggas a psychic
Young nigga blazin' I'm talkin' 'bout on fire
You diss my young nigga, same night
I might doot-doot-doot-doot-doot that boy on sight
I'm tryna see why these nigga don't like me
For no boy, I pray young nigga try me
I done fell in love too many times
If you love me just love me in private
Know I wouldn't be nothin' without God
I done made it out too many robberies
I be takin' everything to the heart
I do that 'cause I'm way too solid
I'm too thorough, it's in my genes
Come from nothin', what you mean?
Feel like a bird, I'm overseas
I don't know nothin' 'bout such and such gang
I ain't never heard none of these names
I'll shoot a bird, the fuck what you claim
Dog 'nem'll purge all on they block
Say you want a verse from me gotta pay

Want a verse from me gotta pay
I ain't never heard none of these names
I'll shoot a bird, the fuck what you claim
Pussy
I'll shoot a bird, the fuck what you claim