[Chorus: Money Man]
Add up that paper, we calculating
The places we eat, need reservations
We do not fuck with no regulation
She got the tummy tuck, shawty thick as fuck
Push the viper truck with the red dash
Got big kahunas, got big nuts
(Let's go)
We really on that shit out here
She wanna fuck that shit right
Put that bitch in Chanel, now she rockin' it
Every nigga around I knew for years
Got her biting on a nigga ear
Broke nigga be humble, I'm paid
With a bag on you, you get put in the grave
Fareal Fareal
Fareal Fareal, you gotta chill
We finna slide and let thе reaper take thе wheel
Copped her the Prada bag to match the Prada heels
Fareal
[?]
[?] like an engineer
[Verse 1: Money Man]
Have an M on my instagram, yeah
I really do this shit Fareal
I use the streets for my market
Police be on us, they target
Started a whole conglomerate
We aren't together, we're partners
I'm from the streets, I don't give two fucks about politics
Only presidental that I know is the Rollie
Not beneficial, then you really disposable
Gotta fuck me good, you in bed with a mogul
Fareal
Ain't [?] from talkin', but I burnt the social
Russian K had to purchase with Rubels
Lent a car, I had to search it on Google
Pretty black [?]
Pulling up to a mansion
I go to decatur before the hamptons
She scoop me right after the jet landin'
Ain't gone lay down, she might come pat me
When I got that head, it was upstandin'
[?] like the three branches
We havin' sticks like them tree branches
Fareal, she havin' major sex appeal
I'm havin' major major deals
So many whips in my repertoire
[?] want smoke like a hookah bar
Got my skunks they be dancin' like Juliard
Around this bitch I run shit like I'm Kukulkan
Got my vibe bustin' checks out a Rubicon
My lil' hitta buss it like BabyTron
Add up that paper, we calculating
The places we eat, need reservations
We do not fuck with no regulation
She got the tummy tuck, shawty thick as fuck
Push the viper truck with the red dash
Got big kahunas, got big nuts
(Let's go)
We really on that shit out here
She wanna fuck that shit right
Put that bitch in Chanel, now she rockin' it
Every nigga around I knew for years
Got her biting on a nigga ear
Broke nigga be humble, I'm paid
With a bag on you, you get put in the grave
Fareal Fareal
Fareal Fareal, you gotta chill
We finna slide and let thе reaper take thе wheel
Copped her the Prada bag to match the Prada heels
Fareal
[?]
[?] like an engineer
[Verse 1: Money Man]
Have an M on my instagram, yeah
I really do this shit Fareal
I use the streets for my market
Police be on us, they target
Started a whole conglomerate
We aren't together, we're partners
I'm from the streets, I don't give two fucks about politics
Only presidental that I know is the Rollie
Not beneficial, then you really disposable
Gotta fuck me good, you in bed with a mogul
Fareal
Ain't [?] from talkin', but I burnt the social
Russian K had to purchase with Rubels
Lent a car, I had to search it on Google
Pretty black [?]
Pulling up to a mansion
I go to decatur before the hamptons
She scoop me right after the jet landin'
Ain't gone lay down, she might come pat me
When I got that head, it was upstandin'
[?] like the three branches
We havin' sticks like them tree branches
Fareal, she havin' major sex appeal
I'm havin' major major deals
So many whips in my repertoire
[?] want smoke like a hookah bar
Got my skunks they be dancin' like Juliard
Around this bitch I run shit like I'm Kukulkan
Got my vibe bustin' checks out a Rubicon
My lil' hitta buss it like BabyTron
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