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Money Man

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(álbum: No Promo - 2018)


[Money Man:]
I'm in Houston, just walked out the Spire
Paid the j to shine up the tires
Niggas singing like they with the choir
Niggas singing, they equal to mine
Washing money, I need me a dryer
She gon' suck me with plenty saliva
All this loud got a nigga surrounded
Had to sit down and read the Quran
Had to go tat my hood on my arm
Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn
All these racks got me toasty and warm
Finna trail a white boy to the farm
We got barrels of loud in the barn
I went to NY [?]
Don't wanna ride Wraith
So I'm feeling lime Murci'
Where was these niggas at when we were starving
Load up the Murci' with 50
And this site that I'm on its encrypted
I'm in Starbucks I'm looking suspicious
Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches

[Sauce Walka:]
Drive the foreign like a warship
40 pointers in a cuban chopper jumping in a circle like a moshpit
One thing I could never do is give my heart away to a thot bitch
Or a wholesome good woman either, I could wreck a bitch just to be a cheater
I got bitches swiping credit cards, I just bought an AP and a baby cheetah
Sent the bitch with the spanish plug shit for $80k I did the macarena
I be sliding around Houston, Texas but all my choppers come from Argentina
I'm buying these diamonds they so clean cause I keep em polished in streets bleeding
Boy I swear it like civil war around this mother fucker need a peace treaty (Owieee!)
Youngins just 12 years old gang banging in the trap trying to eat greedy
But when you see his face in the news
But a father figure, what they say he needed
But who was at home and was there to feed him
Don't voice yo opinion if you ain't lead em
Owie!

[Money Man:]
I'm in Houston, just walked out the Spire
Paid the j to shine up the tires
Niggas singing like they with the choir
Niggas singing, they equal to mine
Washing money, I need me a dryer
She gon' suck me with plenty saliva
All this loud got a nigga surrounded
Had to sit down and read the Quran
Had to go tat my hood on my arm
Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn
All these racks got me toasty and warm
Finna trail a white boy to the farm
We got barrels of loud in the barn
I went to NY [?]
Don't wanna ride Wraith
So I'm feeling lime Murci'
Where was these niggas at when we were starving
Load up the Murci' with 50
And this site that I'm on its encrypted
I'm in Starbucks I'm looking suspicious
Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches

I got young bitches thinking that I'm playing them sports
You know I'm flying in the motherfucking Stork
My hacker Korean that nigga a dork
I hit her she screaming her voice getting hoarse
Just sold a bag out a Porsche
Got a plug in the land in the north
He said Go to the border I buy me like 25
Bought me a quarter my bitches be Quarters
I put me some racks to the side for a lawyer
When I'm trappin I'm conscience people be watching
Nigga be plotting niggas ain't snapping shit
Pull up we chopping shit
Pull up we dropping shit
Niggas ain't us
They must be the opposite
[?]
Gone have my lil niggas to trail you and follow you
Trap out the mountains
Got some plugs I ain't hitting, know they mad at me
12 think they slick they ain't jamming me
Gotta run up these racks for my family
Finna go get a bag imma grab it
I just left out from mailing a package
These niggas ain't in my bracket
Spray your lil whip up in traffic
I just settled on blues and I stack em

I'm in Houston, just walked out the Spire
Paid the j to shine up the tires
Niggas singing like they with the choir
Niggas singing, they equal to mine
Washing money, I need me a dryer
She gon' suck me with plenty saliva
All this loud got a nigga surrounded
Had to sit down and read the Quran
Had to go tat my hood on my arm
Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn
All these racks got me toasty and warm
Finna trail a white boy to the farm
We got barrels of loud in the barn
I went to NY [?]
Don't wanna ride Wraith
So I'm feeling lime Murci'
Where was these niggas at when we were starving
Load up the Murci' with 50
And this site that I'm on its encrypted
I'm in Starbucks I'm looking suspicious
Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches

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