MONEYMAN TGUT (Ft. G Herbo, Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Tee Grizzley)

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Rich Hood nigga, Pablo Juan nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
True story, no lie, three times
Let's go

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain't my bitch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man
Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Stick on my hip, blue benjamin bankroll like a crip
Iced out, I need a quilt
Stuck in the slave days with the chains and the whip
Am I racist because I like all white bricks?
It's a chicken race, we see the police and we buyin' it
New racks, we do not do leases
I got M16's, ain't talkin' 'bout bitches
My dope bell ringin', my trap beat
Forty gram blunt like the seasons, at the Four Seasons
Fucked every bitch since I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Chopper's a bitch, I might just start bleedin'
On Allah, I got more haters than Jesus
Complete the puzzle, you ain't got all the pieces
So much money, take care of auntie and nieces
I fuck like the Energizer, just like Easter
I be on the best exotic good reefer