- Money Man Lost 歌词
- Money Man
- Pressure all in my loft
Steady gettin' this shit off
At first I was lost
Then I got me some crops
She give ass on the top
I got shooters who watch and alerted
When they aim it's precise and it's perfect
When I go in she feeling it perfect
NBA money I need a jersey
Kickin' shit in the penthouse that's furnished
She came over we ****ed on the furniture
I woke up and I shot at a burglar
I be hanging with felons and murderers
Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you
Send the addy we pull up and serve you
Hit stick [?]
Plottin' on *****s we sinister
Just sold a bag to a minister
I wanna feel on your curvature
My lil bih from Decatur she savage
But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet
Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory
Sippin' drank I ain' sippin' on daiquiri
All this swipin' increasing my salary
Different cities I took this shit national
She say please come in go in my ******l
Fendi jogger my outfit be casual
Gucci headband but no I'm not hoopin'
*****s push up on us then they stupid
They ain't hip to the dawg, well they clueless
Bought a stick and I know I'ma use it
Me and my *****s on the same page
We talkin' on the phone we use code names
White ***** same color *******
We ain't **** around with no lames
On my left hand 4 rangs
All these blues ain't no change
Even with the money I won't change
Even with the fame I'm humble
One way ticket out to Humboldt
All these racks I need two vaults
Shout out my *****s in Duval
Free all my *****s behind the wall
Wish I could burn one with all of y'all
Wish y'all had no time at all
There's money out here and I'ma find it all
I'ma go fill up this Louis duffle
4 years ago I still struggled
Now I gotta sack and I'm still hustlin'
My lil youngin' gonna kill somethin'
Heard your mixtape I ain't feel nothin'
The streets I ain't trust for real
Need an M before I sign a deal
Seen a scale and it gave me chills
Remember just keep it real
Pressure all in my loft
Steady gettin' this shit off
At first I was lost
Then I got me some crops
She give ass on the top
I got shooters who watch and alerted
When they aim it's precise and it's perfect
When I go in she feeling it perfect
NBA money I need a jersey
Kickin' shit in the penthouse that's furnished
She came over we ****ed on the furniture
I woke up and I shot at a burglar
I be hanging with felons and murderers
Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you
Send the addy we pull up and serve you
Hit stick [?]
Plottin' on *****s we sinister
Just sold a bag to a minister
I wanna feel on your curvature
My lil bih from Decatur she savage
But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet
Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory
Sippin' drank I ain' sippin' on daiquiri
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