lirik lagu money man – no sweat
[hook]
bought my first bag i was 16
i was in the slums with the og’s
caught a bad b-tch she a trophy
still trapping so a n-gg- low key
i clear off the table imma f-ck her on it
she seen my d-ck now she jumpin on it
she wanna sweat now she c-mmin’ on it
i take ya lil head and put money on it
my voice stressed so i had to lip sync
feelin’ like curry got 3 rings
i was locked up i was planning
imma start a grow op and planting
make sure a n-gg- make canteen
hit her so long she pulled a hamstring
futuristic racks on the block chain
had her screaming so loud n-gg- 12 came
sowed to the loud i ain’t breaking no sweat
[verse 1]
running up the blues let me catch my breath
if i ever drop it on you, you better bring me my check
yellow gold cuban and its filled with baguettes
i be in the country on atv’s
i done muddied brand new louie v tee
g on my shoes n-gg- look at my feet
we ain’t let him in the circle cause the n-gg- to weak
we ain’t let him hang round cause the n-gg- too soft
d-mn she bad and she fine and her -ss so soft
41 mm rollie got rocks
clean up the sticks finna pull up on the opps
load another clip finna spin a n-gg- block
fendi my headband
g’s on my socks
that sh-t foreign you can smell the exhaust
balmain denim 4 pockets got guap
lil mama get naked when she come to my spot
in a brand new machine let me drop my top
i was p-ss poor dog i was eating on slop
reing up in loud i ain’t buying no stocks
when you from the street dog u gotta be smart
steal a hotbox and get paid from the parts
they talking from the neck i be talking from the heart
[?] moving up them charts
shawty picture perfect her body like art
i be selling loud i ain’t talking to a narc
ain talking from the neck i be talking from the heart
my weed so strong it made a white boy barf
no spider when im talking bout a web thats dark
yeah everyday gotta hit the gun range
bought my b-tch a brand new mustang
shawty real smart give good brains
on a 3 wheeler [?]
buy a stick every time i buy a new chain
only gas a n-gg- burn is high grade
have a youg n-gg- [?]
[hook]
bought my first bag i was 16
i was in the slums with the og’s
caught a bad b-tch she a trophy
still trapping so a n-gg- low key
i clear off the table imma f-ck her on it
she seen my d-ck now she jumpin on it
she wanna sweat now she c-mmin’ on it
i take ya lil head and put money on it
my voice stressed so i had to lip sync
feelin’ like curry got 3 rings
i was locked up i was planning
imma start a grow op and planting
make sure a n-gg- make canteen
hit her so long she pulled a hamstring
futuristic racks on the block chain
had her screaming so loud n-gg- 12 came
sowed to the loud i ain’t breaking no sweat
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