Dead Friends Money Man

[Hook: Money Man]
Yeah
I walk in the bando draped in gucci
I got dead friend like an uzi
Ice cold like a fuckin' smoothie
I ain't mess around with you fuckin' losers
I ain't doing it nigga you gon' have to shoot me
We going way way up
I'm getting money I ain't layin' up
I got a dribble [?]
I got lil mama pushin' cryin' tears
This shit so loud It's kinda hard to hear
Only the strongest survivin' over here
I walk in the growhouse In Louboutins
I ain't never lose again can't hang with the hooligans
I’m strapped inside the bando draped in Gucci
Got dead friends like an uzi, Ice cold like a smoothie

[Verse 1: Money Man]
I walk out in the field full of marijuana Draco Dolce & Gabbana
Just sent 100 pea's to an addict provided by my baby mama
You know we all about the million dollars
Yesterday I had to murk a robber
I hit the gas in the flying saucer
Diamonds they dance watch them do the salsa
I'm not in Tampa like a buccaneer
VVS [?] In my ear
This shit's so loud it's kinda hard to hear
You gotta talk a little louder
Chopper turn a nigga to clam chowder
She got good head she got brain power
100k that's a lot of dead friends
100k that’s a lot of dead friends kicking shit with me
She said she wet she can get with me
I'm too far ahead can't skate with me
Got the rollie dancing like a bitch twerking
Got a hit single and i’m still serving
Still sliding and i’m still swiping
White diamonds call em' white lightning
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Started getting money now they actin' funny
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