Out the Mud Money Man (Ft. Young Thug)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Jeeee~
I make the pop flip
I'm stacking my chips
Like I'm in Vegas
She gotta have hips
Ain't fucking no RIP
My car is the latest
My pockets on blimp
I'm pissing out zips
My kids are lazy
Keys all on my cars
I shine like a star
I'm higher than Mars, ohh
My jewelry is winning, no poo
And this street shit is in me, Ryu
I got tats on my fore arms
I smoke more trees than a Palm
Hey and I'm......blowing a bomb
That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm
Thugger!

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain't nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me