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Money Man

Out Of Orbit

 

Out Of Orbit

(album: Area 51 - 2019)


I'm out of orbit I feel like a alien
She at the crib she give me cranium
I'm serving my country boy, he down in Mapleton
My money be dirty, you know I be bathing it
Stack up them racks you know I be saving em
My chain from Wakanda my diamonds vibranium
My lil bitch from Venus
She say I'm a genius
Her ass so soft everytime that I squeeze it
I don't slack on my ice I got infinite pieces
I got to Pluto a nigga can't reach me
I met a swiper I told him to teach me
I'm swiping 24/7 I'm greedy
I hit that hoe in a hour she easy
I was in a brand new Tahoe beating
I don't care bout the money I ain't doing no feature
Kick a nigga doe in some big bottom sneakers

Imma sale gas bags till I die
Imma run p a bag till the well run dry
Niggas this Balenci's not Karl Kani
With the Paranoia hoodie this shit tye-dye
Counting up racks while I'm watching How High
Star Wars coupe my cars the Sci-fi
Super strong loud it was grown on the moon
Watch a nigga get stepped on like a pair of shoes
Watch a nigga get stepped on like a pair of Loub's
Imma shoot You I ain't talking bout Tube
I be sipping drank I ain't talking bout booze
Secret service on me they be watching my move
She gone shake that ass I be watching her move
All these blues got my bankroll huge
All these blues I ain't talking bout Clue
Always fasting I don't eat no food
Fuck these niggas I ain't tryna be cool
Riding round the city with a Glock 22
Nigga you a hoe and yo bitch one too
I just pray this Fake SS go through
Black and white SS a nigga gone move
Bottom Balenci's shoes banging Piru
Me and my dogs stick together like glue
She gotta fake ass so she acting brand new
I ain't talking Tom but the Coupe on cruise
I be making work disappear like poof
My bitch in L.A. eat gluten free food
I'm my own lawyer I dont need no Jew
Everything you heard about me prolly true
Imma make CPN cards its true
Imma mail the packs out nigga its true
That nigga Money Man all about his loot

I'm out of orbit I feel like a alien
She at the crib she give me cranium
I'm serving my country boy, he down in Mapleton
My money be dirty, you know I be bathing it
Stack up them racks you know I be saving em
My chain from Wakanda my diamonds vibranium
My lil bitch from Venus
She say I'm a genius
Her ass so soft everytime that I squeeze it
I don't slack on my ice I got infinite pieces
I got to Pluto a nigga can't reach me
I met a swiper I told him to teach me
I'm swiping 24/7 I'm greedy
I hit that hoe in a hour she easy
I was in a brand new Tahoe beating
I don't care bout the money I ain't doing no feature
Kick a nigga doe in some big bottom sneakers

done

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