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Money Man

Precise (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Precise (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: Epidemic - 2020)


(Taylor Michael, yeah, you going crazy)
(Trauma Tone)
Yeah

She got that body I like
Sent her a ticket, now she on the flight
She hop off the plane, then she come get the pipe
Scamming, made 50K just in one night
The next day, I spent that shit all on some ice
When I weigh up a turkey bag, it be precise
She wanna motherfucking kick it
Come on, let's fuck in the kitchen
In the Beverly Center, I'm dripping

Yeah, yeah, just dropped her off, now she already miss me
I'm never naked, I'm keeping a glizzy
Balling just like the the bubble up at Disney
She throw it back on me just like a Frisbee
She throw it back so good, I bought her Fendi
Her titties perky, she gon' show her cleavage
Took me some plastic just to swipe in Cleveland
Niggas gon' hate, they even hate the cheesy
I was just four-fouring in some Yeezys
I just copped a Ruger-57, no kizzy, yeah
Fasting all night, I'm dizzy, yeah
Bae, I just want your kitty, yeah
I just want motherfucking digits, yeah
Every strain a nigga burning top notch
Looking at the time on the AP bustdown stopwatch
Nigga, I'm the reason why the block hot
I done put the Cash App card in every Pine Hills mailbox
If I get locked up, I'm running my cell block
I'ma lay the wood down, I'ma make her bed rock
I'ma keep twins with me, two FNs with me
Niggas know I'm staying on point, Spencer Dinwiddie
Selling these bales out a house in Peach Tree City
I just copped a Lamborghini, I ain't want the 550
Sold a Q, yeah, trap five for the nine-fifty
That is not 'za on your page, it is not sticky
You ain't never stick shit, nigga, you are not drilling
We ain't worried 'bout a lil' bankroll, we got millions
We ain't worried 'bout a lil' car that you posting on the 'Gram
Nigga, we just cashed out on two Lams
Petty-ass nigga tryna show a nigga three grams
Have my shooter coming off the bench with a stick like Lou Will, nigga, he the sixth man

Sent her a ticket, now she on the flight
She hop off the plane, then she come get the pipe
Scamming, made 50K just in one night
The next day, I spent that shit all on some ice
When I weigh up a turkey bag, it be precise
She wanna motherfucking kick it
Come on, let's fuck in the kitchen

hecho

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