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- Money Man Steelo 歌詞
- Money Man
- They know my steelo
Trappin eatin hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebod
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Aint with no * **** scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin to give me the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu
You cant walk a mile in these Christian Loub
Aint got shit to lose, aint got shit to prove
I got gas to move I never ****in snooze
My *****s shoot the stick just like they shootin hoops
You wanna catch a hole dont make no sudden moves
Got ***** of octane Its steady comin through
Treat you like a deer *****s huntin you
Money the only thing made me comfortable
Baby girl I can fall in love with you
Poof be gone I done seen enough of you
I brought scope where the **** you runnin to
Sittin in the crib Im steady havin visions
The amount of days I was cookin in the kitchen
*****s penny pinchin
*****s snakes they hissin
Say you got the loud let me see the picture
Double decker time Im bout to roll 2 swishers
Never cross a ***** **** it off a *****
All that broke talk you done lost me *****
Gotta keep these ****in hundreds off of me *****
I be puttin robins in the coffin just like [?] finna come and copy
Rocking all my ice when Im chilling in the lobby
Berkin 20k when I be going shopping
Always In the trap Im never club hoppin
They know my steelo
Trappin eatin hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebod
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Aint with no ***** scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin to give me the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu
She like to suck it so ******** **
Get your shit took call it repo
Life is a game aint no cheat code
I see the fake through the peep hole
I got the stick In my trench
I fill you with holes like a fence
She said she cant see through my tint
We blowin this money like vents
She fell in love with the G-Code
I pop a Perc I'm in beast mode
I keep a shooter no free throw
Cant waste my time with no freak hoes
Im tryin to stack up my ends
Im deep in the water no fins
This money keep tumblin in
These *****sll **** up your plans
I fell in love with the streets
But do I remember the beef
When *****s couldnt even go to sleep
Now cut on the lights you can see
Yeah Im on the block like a street pole
Hiding a zip in my peacoat
*****s so scary wont see smoke
We blow up your spot like a C4
They know my steelo
Trappin eatin hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebod
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Aint with no ***** scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin to give me the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu
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