Bad Intentions Money Man (Ft. Trauma Tone)

[Chorus: Money Man]
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Drippin' on niggas like raindrops
Just hit a bitch she from Bangkok
I got the game in a headlock
They hear my shit in they head now
I took an L and im like why God
They seen I ran it up my god
I got a foreign in my garage
These nigga come with bad intentions
These bitches come with bad intentions
Fresh like im dead [?]
She shake her ass to the rhythm
Thankful for all my children
I feel a vibe inside
Imma load up the sticks and ride
Imma commit a homicide
Streets got me traumatized
I saw through all the lies
Im beating all the odds
I’m spotting all the fraud
Sold a bag at the Travel Lodge
I'm tryna live lavishly
Plug sending them packs to me
I get em off rapidly
She pretty with confidence
She got plenty of common sense
She gon' ride like a ski bae
All this jewelry on freeze bae
[Money Man]
Do you trust me?
This weed musty
Got gas like pump 3
We swipe and live free
Got off them 70s P’s
They ain't got shit on me
Been winning recently
Finna go flood the piece
Finna go rip a beat