yo nflated spice that bitch up
money man
burning on lilikoi in some louis corduroys
rip kobe bryant rip 4
i can make a cool 50k in less than twentyfour hours
ridin’ with the pack through the tennessee mountains
vpn socks and at least three routers
i’ma thumb through it i don’t need no counter
had to resuscitate a bitch my neck almost drowned her
i got oil i got hemp i got wax i got flower
burnin’ on preroll finna go to pluto
drippin’ real hard when i’m hoppin’ out twodoor
i just met a psychedelic plug named hugo
thirty laptops in my motherfuckin’ condo
white collar diamonds nigga ballin’ like lonzo
these niggas overrated like joe flacco
feelin’ like jim jones nigga i’m a capo
i’ma flip the rollsroyce i’m feelin’ like pop smoke
money man
banana cream cake in my motherfuckin’ hemp wrap
if i don’t like the smell then the pack get sent back
if i don’t like his energy i push a nigga shit back
making hash oil listening to bank big facts
making hash oil listening to scream big facts
all that slick talkin’ finna get a nigga kidnapped
gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off
i’ma empty out the magazine when i’m pissed off
i’m on that wedding pie it got me geeked
my bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
i drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
i’ma hit from the rear i wan’ grab her obliques
i ain’t got time in the day for my females be mad at me
internet racks i’ma run it up rapidly
she know i’m vicious i’m fuckin’ her savagely
she know i get racks she know my mentality
grew up in the trap watching kobe yam on a nigga
pull up in the porsche yeah the pan’ on a nigga
yeah pull up in the dodge yeah the ram on a nigga
anybody try yeah i’ma blam on niggas
only hit banks got fifty different cred’ lines
turn a lady’s son to a fox 5 headline
i was over drippin’ i should start my own clothing line
got two jits dawg i’ll die for both of mine
i ain’t never satisfied ’til my money increase
fucked up the profile too many inquiries
they be lowkey hatin’ i can hear ’em whispering
all these baguette chains you can see ’em glimmering
had to make a uturn i just seen a roadblock
i ain’t playin’ no games i ain’t sparin’ no opps
it’s a full moon now so i’m burnin’ moon rock
livin’ off schemes why is he on tiptop
money man
burnin’ on lilikoi in some louis corduroys
rip kobe bryant rip 4
i can make a cool 50k in less than twentyfour hours
ridin’ with the pack through the tennessee mountains
vpn socks and at least three routers
i’ma thumb through it i don’t need no counter
had to resuscitate a bitch my neck almost drowned her
i got oil i got hemp i got wax i got flower
lil baby
a zone 4 i’m feelin’ like rocko
big big spender take a jet to morocco
i got pretty women showin’ titties like i’m flacko
i came in a hard top i’m still in the drop though
i can make the charts drop whenever i wan’ drop somethin’
i can give my big bro a dime he’ll pop somethin’
these niggas not real slime they imposter
i know that my opps somewhere now playin’ possum
i come from a different type of cloth we don’t gossip
pussy nigga actin’ like it’s up we’ll chop him
she diggin’ the rocks in my ear i’m a rockstar
come from out the trenches gettin’ paid like a popstar
i be sellin’ weed by the p like a rasta
who was in the car only me and a chopper
i can make they heart stop if i decide to pop up
i can make a million every month and don’t drop nothin’
i found out a way to make a thousanddollar profit uh
pilot say it’s smellin’ like weed in the cockpit
i done made a quarter this week in huaraches
top model with me tryna feed me hibachi
i done got too much to lose i’m cautious
i done ran it up i got sixteen watches
which one i’ma drive i got sixteen options
hoppin’ out thirty clip bangin’ 4 pockets
money man
burnin’ on lilikoi in some louis corduroys
rip kobe bryant rip 4
Artist: Money Man Featuring Lil Baby
Year: 2020
Decade: 20s
Language: en
Word Count: 465