Style On Me Money Man (Ft. Birdman)

[Intro]
Rich girl
Super Earz
D-Roc, D-Roc

[Chorus: Money Man]
Designer everything, know you can't style on me
My niggas wild homie
Just left the house, but I forgot I had a bag of gas on me
And a large amount of cash on me
When I turn it at the house she gonna feel some type of way about it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
She tryin' her best to hide it
That nigga fake, he tryin' his best to hide it
But I see right inside it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I see her choosiness written all over on her face (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Pc's on my Rav4
Fuck it, nigga, gotta lie for it
She keep it real with me (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Jumped in the water, had to learn to swim with the shark
Pussy nigga probably never left his front yard
And now he hard
These niggas kill me these days
With all their feminine ways
I know what they did, yeah, I smell the pussy on you
These niggas never learn until you educate 'em with a stick in they face
Then they jump right back in their place
They try their hardest to stay safe
He think I'm dumb, like I ain't never seen a nigga lurk before
I'm just gonna dump this shit and let it go
She tryin' her hardest not to catch feelings 'cause she done been hurt before
Scared nigga acted like you've never seen work before
I still remember the other day when i ain't have a dime
Then I forgot about it
Had some problems with a couple niggas in the streets and they forgot about it
They'll probably get shot about it
Lil' nigga you not about it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)