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Money Man

17

 

17

(альбом: Grow God - 2018)


17 on the track
17 on my hip
125 for a zip
I put the toss on the brick
I roll two swishers together
Call that bitch a double decker
Sipping muddy, slump neck
Drive the Lam like I'm reckless
Driving the mid back from Texas
20 on a cuban necklace
Adding guns to my collection
Different car different selections
Heard you paying for protection
Weak nigga leave my presence
Ahead of my time like the Jetsons
Why the fuck you asking all these questions
You gotta buy it all if you touch it
AK on me and it made from Russians
Gotta get it gone, I gotta rush it
Louis V running and jugging (Yeah)
I want the cheese with the topping (Yeah)
Get to the money no stopping (Yeah)
This is a Lam, girl hop in (Yeah)

Dior my lady she love it
I'm trying to get OG through customs
My white partner say he do mushrooms
He just hit the coke in the bathroom
She say she deal with high fashion
She say you must shop in Europe
I po'd a lil' bit of syrup
Then told lil mama to hush up
Choppa give niggas a touch up
I'm on a whole nother frequency
I can't be talking to frequently
I know the feds probably sneaking me
BC we moving in secrecy
BC we moving illegally
Quit all that mufuckin teasing me
Yes or no girl you gon' leave with me
If you a coward don't speak to me
My African scamming repeatedly
Walk up and shoot you immediately
I don't give a fuck bout' no media
Sell you a bag out a room that I booked off Expedia!
I want that head that's immediate
My [?] jumping immediate
Diamonds they Ancient Samarian
You know I throw away carrion
I see the hate like binoculars
That nigga got hoe in his folicles
Rolling up THC molecules
You say you gon' kill me, what's stopping you?!
V12 engine I'm passing you
Ice cold like a smoothie that passion fruit

17 on the track
17 on my hip
125 for a zip
I put the toss on the brick
I roll two swishers together
Call that bitch a double decker
Sipping muddy slump neck
Drive the Lam like I'm reckless
Drive the mid back from Texas
20 on a cuban necklace
Adding guns to my collection
Different car different selections
Heard you paying for protection
Weak nigga leave my presence
Ahead of my time like the Jetsons
Why the fuck you asking all these questions
You gotta buy it all if you touch it
AK on me and it made from Russians
Gotta get it gone, I gotta rush it
Louis V running and jugging (Yeah)
I want the cheese with the topping (Yeah)
Get to the money no stopping (Yeah)
This is a Lam, girl hop in (Yeah)

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