[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm tryna get the Louis, these Cartiers confusing
These shoes are Versace, I don't [?]
My exotic so potent, my bitches, they chose, they Italian, they smokin'
She twerk it, she throw it, I sip it, I pour it
I spit this shit like a motherfuckin' poet
Bitch, I'm the realest, but I never wrote this shit
Just like a horse, I just hopped on and rode it
I'm in a Trackhawk and I can't control it
I can't have her play me just like a controller
Do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feelin' so bloated
Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like the ocean
I just hit the lil' bitch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck now, had to trade in the Rover
I'm mixin' my soda, my heart just be just like Minnesota
[Verse 1: Money Man]
Pull the stick, let it loose like I'm bipolar
All this loud in the house, got a loud odor
Every nigga in the struggle got love for me
All the plugs on the West, they got bud for me
Every day, gotta hit up the gun range
Niggas ain't got no heart, they just bitch-made
I just purchased my lil' bitch a Mustang
I been trappin', lil' nigga, since eighth grade
Everything that I'm burning that high grade
Made a hundred K juggin' 'em, then spent
I swear me and lil' mama connected
When she with me, she feel so protected
This a 'Vette right here, that not a Lexus
They show mad love when I go to Texas
Just to re-up, I went me a distance
I'll come and end your existence
You got Virgil, had four of the santan
Finna go get a bag, I'm relentless
Makin' hits, ain't got time for these bitches
We gon' see who can shoot this shit quickest
How you pull out a stick and ain't hit shit?
I just find me a glitch, I'm the slickest
I just poured me a four in some Sunkist
I'm tryna get the Louis, these Cartiers confusing
These shoes are Versace, I don't [?]
My exotic so potent, my bitches, they chose, they Italian, they smokin'
She twerk it, she throw it, I sip it, I pour it
I spit this shit like a motherfuckin' poet
Bitch, I'm the realest, but I never wrote this shit
Just like a horse, I just hopped on and rode it
I'm in a Trackhawk and I can't control it
I can't have her play me just like a controller
Do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feelin' so bloated
Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like the ocean
I just hit the lil' bitch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck now, had to trade in the Rover
I'm mixin' my soda, my heart just be just like Minnesota
[Verse 1: Money Man]
Pull the stick, let it loose like I'm bipolar
All this loud in the house, got a loud odor
Every nigga in the struggle got love for me
All the plugs on the West, they got bud for me
Every day, gotta hit up the gun range
Niggas ain't got no heart, they just bitch-made
I just purchased my lil' bitch a Mustang
I been trappin', lil' nigga, since eighth grade
Everything that I'm burning that high grade
Made a hundred K juggin' 'em, then spent
I swear me and lil' mama connected
When she with me, she feel so protected
This a 'Vette right here, that not a Lexus
They show mad love when I go to Texas
Just to re-up, I went me a distance
I'll come and end your existence
You got Virgil, had four of the santan
Finna go get a bag, I'm relentless
Makin' hits, ain't got time for these bitches
We gon' see who can shoot this shit quickest
How you pull out a stick and ain't hit shit?
I just find me a glitch, I'm the slickest
I just poured me a four in some Sunkist
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