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Money Man

Can't Help It

 

Can't Help It

(álbum: Paranoia - 2019)


(Q)
(Trauma Tone)

These niggas be hatin, but they can't help it
I prefer bad bitches, that's my preference
I'ma make these niggas feel my presence
At first, all these niggas was skeptics
I'ma share a lick with the team, I ain't selfish
I'ma pour a four of this red in my beverage
500 pounds, oh, nigga, it's heavy
Shawty soaking wet, yeah, nigga, she ready
Nigga dropped a song on a player like Esco
I just spent 95 hundred at Jeffrey
Got eight rings, I ain't having no wedding
I was broke as hell, had to change my setting
Ex been mad, she angry I left her
I'ma sell a bag, after that I'm jetting
Niggas be hating, they just can't help it
Go and get the bag, then get it, do better

CBD residue all on my sweater
Rick Ross, yeah, I'm rich forever
BC the gang, we sticking together
We ain't got fear, we'll hit up whoever
Talking bad on my partnas, never
Wrist so cold, nigga, I might shiver
Pull up to the spot, I don't deliver
Pull up by yourself, I don't trust other niggas
Nigga this chain white gold, not silver
I just broke two vacuum seal-ers
Stick on the sofa, I don't ever conceal it
Glock .45 in the cabinet, hidden
Grape Ape purp, this shit here hitting
I prefer bad bitches, that's my taste
Run up on me, you sealed your fate
Tony the Tiger, gas smell great
Plug had me worried, the pack came late
Shit came on a whole different date
Had to have patience, nigga had to wait
They bump my shit in the feds at state
Spot got hot, I relocate
Selling all the buds and smoking the shake
Jogging every day, I'm staying in shape
Only need one day to drop a tape

These niggas be hatin, but they can't help it
I prefer bad bitches, that's my preference
I'ma make these niggas feel my presence
At first, all these niggas was skeptics
I'ma share a lick with the team, I ain't selfish
I'ma pour a four of this red in my beverage
500 pounds, oh, nigga, it's heavy
Shawty soaking wet, yeah, nigga, she ready
Nigga dropped a song on a player like Esco
I just spent 95 hundred at Jeffrey
Got eight rings, I ain't having no wedding
I was broke as hell, had to change my setting
Ex been mad, she angry I left her
I'ma sell a bag, after that I'm jetting
Niggas be hating, they just can't help it
Go and get the bag, then get it, do better

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