[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm in Houston, just walked out the Spire
Paid the j to shine up the tires
Niggas singing like they with the choir
Niggas singing, they equal to mine
Washing money, I need me a dryer
She gon' suck me with plenty saliva
All this loud got a nigga surrounded
Had to sit down and read the Quran
Had to go tat my hood on my arm
Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn
All these racks got me toasty and warm
Finna trail a white boy to the farm
We got barrels of loud in the barn
I went to NY [?]
[?]
Dont wanna ride Wraith
So im feeling lime Murci'
Where was these niggas at when we were starving
Load up the Murci' with 50
And this site that im on its encrypted
I'm in Starbucks im looking suspicious
Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Drive the foreign like a warship
40 pointers in a cuban chopper jumpin' in a circle like a moshpit
One thing I could never do is give my heart away to a thot bitch
Or a wholesome good woman either, I could wreck a bitch just to be a cheater
I got bitches swipin' credit cards, I just bought an AP and a baby cheetah
Sent the bitch with the spanish plug shit for $80k I did the macarena
I be slidin' around Houston, Texas but all my choppers come from Argentina
I'm buying these diamonds they so clean cause I keep em polished in streets bleedin'
Boy I swear it like civil war around this mother fucker need a peace treaty (Owieee!)
Youngins just 12 years old gang banging in the trap tryin' to eat greedy
But when you see his face in the news
But a father figure , what they say he needed
But who was at home and was there to feed him
Dont voice yo opinion if you ain't lead em
Owie!!
I'm in Houston, just walked out the Spire
Paid the j to shine up the tires
Niggas singing like they with the choir
Niggas singing, they equal to mine
Washing money, I need me a dryer
She gon' suck me with plenty saliva
All this loud got a nigga surrounded
Had to sit down and read the Quran
Had to go tat my hood on my arm
Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn
All these racks got me toasty and warm
Finna trail a white boy to the farm
We got barrels of loud in the barn
I went to NY [?]
[?]
Dont wanna ride Wraith
So im feeling lime Murci'
Where was these niggas at when we were starving
Load up the Murci' with 50
And this site that im on its encrypted
I'm in Starbucks im looking suspicious
Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Drive the foreign like a warship
40 pointers in a cuban chopper jumpin' in a circle like a moshpit
One thing I could never do is give my heart away to a thot bitch
Or a wholesome good woman either, I could wreck a bitch just to be a cheater
I got bitches swipin' credit cards, I just bought an AP and a baby cheetah
Sent the bitch with the spanish plug shit for $80k I did the macarena
I be slidin' around Houston, Texas but all my choppers come from Argentina
I'm buying these diamonds they so clean cause I keep em polished in streets bleedin'
Boy I swear it like civil war around this mother fucker need a peace treaty (Owieee!)
Youngins just 12 years old gang banging in the trap tryin' to eat greedy
But when you see his face in the news
But a father figure , what they say he needed
But who was at home and was there to feed him
Dont voice yo opinion if you ain't lead em
Owie!!
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