[Intro]
Hello?
You out that bitch?
Alright
[Chorus: Money Man]
LV top hat nigga, I'm swaggin'
I ain't showin' love right now, I'm taxin'
All dirty money, ain't doin' no taxin'
Heard you got took off, nigga, what happened?
Whole gang on go, nigga, what's happenin'?
Dope came in, pull up, what's happenin'?
Real boss shit, got 'za in mansion
Real street shit, got sticks and cabinets
[Verse: Money Man]
Got sharp shooters like Jaylen, Branson
That lil' LV lookin' real country
Scary-ass nigga, why you actin' so jumpy?
SL Penthouse, countin' on munyun
Touchin' musty pack, when you grab it, it crumble
Real street nigga, make a million dollar humble
How you gon' judge? You don't know my struggle
I'm just tryna fuck, baby girl, I don't love you
Cool flex jeans got me feelin' real dapper
I done hit her twice, you can go ahead and have her
Born in the country with dualies and tractors
Publishing deal, I ain't givin' up masters
Nigga tryna play me, fuck it, I'm flashin'
Bal Habour shoppin, spend fifty on fashion
Maybach truck with the Maybach glasses
Porsche Cayenne, got the red and white accents
They ain't got racks, they money be ass
Drank a watermelon you eatin' on salad
One more jugg, I'ma cop me a pallet
Glock came in, I'ma weigh it and bag it
Pounds in the rubberbands, just gon' tag it
Walk around the spot no shirt and I'm saggin'
Doin' real shit, I'm a young nigga flaggin'
Tryna thumb through it, but the bitch keep naggin'
Hello?
You out that bitch?
Alright
[Chorus: Money Man]
LV top hat nigga, I'm swaggin'
I ain't showin' love right now, I'm taxin'
All dirty money, ain't doin' no taxin'
Heard you got took off, nigga, what happened?
Whole gang on go, nigga, what's happenin'?
Dope came in, pull up, what's happenin'?
Real boss shit, got 'za in mansion
Real street shit, got sticks and cabinets
[Verse: Money Man]
Got sharp shooters like Jaylen, Branson
That lil' LV lookin' real country
Scary-ass nigga, why you actin' so jumpy?
SL Penthouse, countin' on munyun
Touchin' musty pack, when you grab it, it crumble
Real street nigga, make a million dollar humble
How you gon' judge? You don't know my struggle
I'm just tryna fuck, baby girl, I don't love you
Cool flex jeans got me feelin' real dapper
I done hit her twice, you can go ahead and have her
Born in the country with dualies and tractors
Publishing deal, I ain't givin' up masters
Nigga tryna play me, fuck it, I'm flashin'
Bal Habour shoppin, spend fifty on fashion
Maybach truck with the Maybach glasses
Porsche Cayenne, got the red and white accents
They ain't got racks, they money be ass
Drank a watermelon you eatin' on salad
One more jugg, I'ma cop me a pallet
Glock came in, I'ma weigh it and bag it
Pounds in the rubberbands, just gon' tag it
Walk around the spot no shirt and I'm saggin'
Doin' real shit, I'm a young nigga flaggin'
Tryna thumb through it, but the bitch keep naggin'
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