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Money Man

My Soul

 

My Soul

(Album: Paranoia - 2019)


(Taylor Michael turn it up)
(Trauma Tone)

I walk in the booth and I pour out my soul
Sold all these P's to buy diamonds and gold
If we talking G, then I'm fitting the mold
Bitch I'm the shit just like I'm a commode
You coming home with me, baby, come on
What's all that hate for, lil' nigga? Come on
I swear your silhouette turning me on
Turn them bags on my artists, they get that shit gone
These niggas ain't balling, they injury-prone
Had to cut this bitch off, she keep calling my phone
I make her scream, I make her moan
I put the 2.5 inside of a cone
Got her wet like a yacht on the beach in Miami
You still see her ass through them pants and they baggy
Got that pack on the way, I just checked on the tracking
My bitch on the way, she gon' give me some action

Yeah, I'm on Rodeo, I just seen LeBron
I swear I feel better with you in my arms
I know for sure that the world in my palms
I'm burning on pressure, that shit make me calm
She love watching me spit on the mic and make songs
I love watching her frolic around in a thong
Yes, it's true, Money Man is a king like I'm Kong
I'm staying sharp like the sword and the stone
Fly as hell, you know I'm fly like a drone
All my hoes sexy, they bad to the bone
I lift niggas up, I don't put niggas on
800 bucks for an ounce of cologne
I swear she conceited and no, I can't blame her
She all 'bout her business and no one can change her
I trap in the projects, that shit be so dangerous
These niggas be crossing, that shit got me angry
I turned down the show, the promoter was janky
I just met a hacker and he had me thinking
A nigga want smoke then I'm leaving him stanking
I don't shoot the breeze but I will shoot this rifle
I be flipping them whips, I just got me a title
She come to the spot and give head like a visor
I don't have a budget, I don't need advisors

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I walk in the booth and I pour out my soul
Sold all these P's to buy diamonds and gold
If we talking G, then I'm fitting the mold
Bitch I'm the shit just like I'm a commode
You coming home with me, baby, come on
What's all that hate for, lil' nigga? Come on
I swear your silhouette turning me on
Turn them bags on my artists, they get that shit gone
These niggas ain't balling, they injury-prone
Had to cut this bitch off, she keep calling my phone
I make her scream, I make her moan
I put the 2.5 inside of a cone
Got her wet like a yacht on the beach in Miami
You still see her ass through them pants and they baggy
Got that pack on the way, I just checked on the tracking
My bitch on the way, she gon' give me some action

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