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- Money Man Bigger 歌詞
- Money Man
- I'm gettin' bigger and bigger
And these *****s hate it
Went and got the Hell Cat
Ain't want the Maybach
Went and got the new Vette
Ain't want the Rarri (yeah)
Ice all on my body
Designer all on my body
I let her touch on my body
10k spent as folly
Hit a skinny ***** outta Cheetah's
And this chick was real fi- fine
*****s be slidin' in a Wraith
I'ma hit a lick in a Chrysler
***** that's a Vette not a Chrysler
Harvest Season droppin my prices
Got 900k In the Audi
Rowdy Roddy Piper we rowdy
Swerve through i might take the audi
Told ya imma win no doubt
Got a cowboy gun like howdy
I just met the plug at a mountain
Stones on ya neck look cloudy
Water on my chain im drowing
Pour a four of red im drowsy
I just broke a hoe and she poutin'
Buring out in Dallas with a Maverick
Shoot em' in the head when he lackin'
Imma make his ass do a backflip
I done made the M from the trafficking
You get the job and let's cook it on the couch
***** better proceed with caution
Before i let Shooter come off ya
Before i let Gutta come off ya
Half a mil worth of clothes in my closet
Icing out my Ankhs and my Crosses
Shooting these dice in the projects (uh)
Came up sellin' this ganja (uh)
Streets turned me a monster (uh)
***** play around I'ma pop him (uh, uh uh)
Pull up like yeah yeah yeah
Shootin' at you not the air
We ain't equal ***** life ain't fair
I'll leave ya dead right there
Hit her from the back pull her hair
Don't front lil ***** you scared (huh)
Ballin' on *****s like AND1
Gotta lotta sticks and handguns
Shoot him in the [?]
Feel like Jet Li I'm the one
Exotic weed fillin' my lungs
Burberry eatin' on crumbs
Let me go fill up my drum
And I ain't talkin' about a instrument
These *****s sweeter than a mother****er
These *****s got so much insulin
50 Cent i done shot many men
I don't play around with my enemies
Run a whole racket like Wimbledon
Girls love the beat like Timbaland
Think imma trick girl wish again
I'ma have everybody missin him
I'm gettin' bigger and bigger
And these *****s hate it
Went and got the Hell Cat
Ain't want the Maybach
Went and got the new Vette
Ain't want the Rarri (yeah)
Ice all on my body
Designer all on my body
I let her touch on my body
10k spent as folly
Hit a skinny ***** outta Cheetah's
And this chick was real fi- fine
*****s be slidin' in a Wraith
I'ma hit a lick in a Chrysler
***** that's a van not a Chrysler
Harvest Season droppin my prices
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