[Intro]
Everything out here is about money, like
Who the fuck wanna come home to fucking
Not even a thousand dollars every two weeks
Pay that, big time
[Verse 1: Money Man]
Talk to Gutta, he coming in November
The first cousin fitta flood the city in the winter
Blues on me like I went and got 'em printed
Double C Chanel, Jean jacket denim
Spent a hundred and twenty just to whip a Fisker
Kinda anti-social ion talk to niggas
I got plenty homies eating off the web
She just came and gave extraordinary head
Pick my boy up from a prison or a jail
Half a mil from
Imaginary cred
You reap what you sew
Like needle and some thread
Hundreds on me looking like a loaf of bread
They prolly never love me
Til' a nigga dead
Hit it right she ain't
Tryna leave the bed
I'm with some frat boys they drinking out a keg
They buying loud I charged an arm and a leg
Chopper hit the nigga
Arms and his legs
Fuck this rap shit, I'm prolly going fed
Yeah yeah
Beard like I'm Santa like I'm pushing sleds
Niggas acting funny light that nigga neck
Yeah
Chain reaction on me keep the latest pair, lil' mama with me
Ride with virgins just like the hair
Living reckless
Shit trap without a care
I know a doctor who'll finesse the Medicare
Street nigga I don't get pedicures
If money the topic then a nigga all ears
We ain't stopping nigga we trapping all year
80 bags of exotic and it's all here
Buckets under plants buds fall here
Started from the bottom had to crawl here
Yeah yeah
I just talked to Gutta
I like muscle cars
I'ma burn rubber
Big weezy shades
Swipin' undercover
Loads from the west
I know several truckers
I know real florist
They keep low numbers
I keep grows coming
Ain't no slow summers
Taliban drugs like I'm Osama
Bought a private land
Growing in Amsterdam
I know Muslim niggas who from Pakistan
Everything out here is about money, like
Who the fuck wanna come home to fucking
Not even a thousand dollars every two weeks
Pay that, big time
[Verse 1: Money Man]
Talk to Gutta, he coming in November
The first cousin fitta flood the city in the winter
Blues on me like I went and got 'em printed
Double C Chanel, Jean jacket denim
Spent a hundred and twenty just to whip a Fisker
Kinda anti-social ion talk to niggas
I got plenty homies eating off the web
She just came and gave extraordinary head
Pick my boy up from a prison or a jail
Half a mil from
Imaginary cred
You reap what you sew
Like needle and some thread
Hundreds on me looking like a loaf of bread
They prolly never love me
Til' a nigga dead
Hit it right she ain't
Tryna leave the bed
I'm with some frat boys they drinking out a keg
They buying loud I charged an arm and a leg
Chopper hit the nigga
Arms and his legs
Fuck this rap shit, I'm prolly going fed
Yeah yeah
Beard like I'm Santa like I'm pushing sleds
Niggas acting funny light that nigga neck
Yeah
Chain reaction on me keep the latest pair, lil' mama with me
Ride with virgins just like the hair
Living reckless
Shit trap without a care
I know a doctor who'll finesse the Medicare
Street nigga I don't get pedicures
If money the topic then a nigga all ears
We ain't stopping nigga we trapping all year
80 bags of exotic and it's all here
Buckets under plants buds fall here
Started from the bottom had to crawl here
Yeah yeah
I just talked to Gutta
I like muscle cars
I'ma burn rubber
Big weezy shades
Swipin' undercover
Loads from the west
I know several truckers
I know real florist
They keep low numbers
I keep grows coming
Ain't no slow summers
Taliban drugs like I'm Osama
Bought a private land
Growing in Amsterdam
I know Muslim niggas who from Pakistan
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