- Money Man 24 歌詞
- Money Man
- (Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
Burnin on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
Ima thumb through it, I dont need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin real hard when Im hoppin out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
Thirty laptops in my mother****in condo
White collar diamonds, nigga ballin like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin like Jim Jones, nigga, Im a capo
Ima flip a Rolls-Royce, Im feelin like Pop Smoke
Banana Cream Cake in my mother****in hemp wrap
If I dont like the smell, then the pack get sent back
If I dont like his energy, I push a nigga shit back
Making hash oil, listening to Bank, Big Facts
Making hash oil, listening to Scream, Big Facts
All that slick talkin finna get a nigga kidnapped
Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off
Ima empty out the magazine when Im pissed off
Im on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
Ima hit from the rear, I wan grab her obliques
I aint got time in the day for my females be mad at me
Internet racks, Ima run it up rapidly
She know Im vicious, Im ****in her savagely
She know I get racks, she know my mentality
Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga
Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan on a nigga
Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga
Anybody try, yeah, Ima blam on niggas
Im the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines
Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline
I was over drippin, I should start my own clothing line
Got two jits, dawg, Ill die for both of mine
I aint never satisfied til my money increase
****ed up the profile, too many inquiries
They be low-key hatin, I can hear em whispering
All these baguette chains, you can see em glimmering
Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
I aint playin no games, I aint sparin no opps
Its a full moon now, so Im burnin Moon Rock
Livin off schemes, why is he on tip-top?
Burnin on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty- four hours
Ridin with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
Ima thumb through it, I dont need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
A1 Zone 4, Im feelin like Rocko
Big, big spender, take a jet to Morocco
I got pretty women showin tittieslike Im Flacko
I came in a hard top, Im still in the drop, though
I can make the charts drop whenever I wan drop somethin
I can give my big bro a dime, hell pop somethin
These niggas not real slime, they imposter
I know that my opps somewhere now playin possum
I come from a different type of cloth, we dont gossip
Pussy nigga actin like its up, well chop him
She diggin the rocks in my ear, Im a rockstar
Come from out the trenches, gettin paid like a popstar
I be sellin weed by the P like a rasta
Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper
I can make they heart stop if I decide to pop up
I can make a million every month and dont drop nothin
I found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit, uh
Pilot say its smellin like weed in the cockpit
I done made a quarter this week in Huaraches
Top model with me tryna feed me hibachi
I done got too much to lose, Im cautious
I done ran it up, I got sixteen watches
Which one Ima drive? I got sixteen options
Hoppin out thirty clip, bangin 4 Pockets
Burnin on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
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