lirik lagu money man – karma
[hook]
bad b-tch callin’ my phone from a number unknown
i won’t’ answer her calls
no shark she be using her jaws
she be suckin’ on a n-gg- like straw
she gon’ ride like sayin’ hee haw
i’ma hustle with the gang t.i
talk to a spirit like [?]
spend 20 band aids up in g5
they k!lled a cool homie on the east side
ain’t n-body finna sleep till we ride
i’ma shoot the air make a bonfire
turn his shirt red like some hair dye
house smelling crazy all the gas in it
if you try and burglarize get smashed it
a-1 n-gg- no bad business
in the club i’m surrounded by bad b-tches
in the streets im surrounded by bad hitters
[?]
the sh-t too accurate
cut the b-tch off cause she f-ck too average
lost 20k bettin’ on the falcons
finna put a grow up in stone mountain
[?] keep countin’
got weed so loud it sound like shoutin’
got a house for the money and a house for the ounce
[verse 1]
i remember when i hit a lick and somebody hit me that sh-t was karma
we were young tryin’ to run up them commas
made a trip to the west meet a farmer
did that sh-t for my son and my daughter
gotta keep me a fire and some armor
i can’t wait to shoot way harder
i can’t write on the b-tch i’ma startle her
bc permanent just like a marker
left you n-gg-s off like a barber
you sleep in the trap after hours
come for money the bill like a monster
pull up with grenade and rocket launchers
independent i don’t have a sponsor
so they don’t want a n-gg- to prosper
i’ma do that sh-t anyway i got a bag atleast i sold 10 today
cp in home i just ran off on rent today
need me a whip i try to buy or rent an escalade
went out to denver in my latest escapade
ran up a check n-gg- let it resonate
i’m a fly n-gg- i need me a resume
need me a dreka i feel like kevin gates
me and my n-gg-s are one we can’t separate
i had no hoe i had to run it up solo
i stood on the corner in dirty -ss polo
she bounce on my d-ck up and down like a pogo
she said she don’t strip she just dancing for go-go
she said it’s for college keep that on the low low
i know she strip so she ain’t gotta lie to me
i’m getting rich off the reefer they buy from me
keep that sh-t low and don’t ever switch sides on me
[hook]
bad b-tch callin’ my phone from another unknown
i won’t answer her calls
no shark she be using her jaws
she be suckin’ on a n-gg- like straw
she gon’ ride like sayin’ hee haw
i’ma hustle with the gang t.i
talk to a spirit like a efi
spend 20 band aids up in g5
they k!lled a cool homie on the east side
ain’t n-body finna sleep till we ride
i’ma shoot the air make a bonfire
turn this sh-t real like some hair dye
i’m smelling crazy all the gas scented
if you try and burglarize get smashed it
a-1 n-gg- no bad business
in the club i’m surrounded by bad b-tches
in the streets im surrounded by bad hitters
[?]
the sh-t too accurate
cut the b-tch off cause she f-ck too average
lost 20k bettin’ on the falcons
finna put a grow up in stone mountain
[?] keep countin’
got weed so loud it sound like shoutin’
got a house for the money and a house for the ounce
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