lirik lagu money man - mos
[intro]
(yo, nflated, spice that b~tch up)
[chorus]
i made lil’ mama get wet, i got a stick in the ‘vette
diamonds all on my neck, diamonds all on my chest
i gotta run through the chicken, at louis, i spent a whole ticket
i got three b~tches, i’m pimpin’, i need them commas and digits
mixin’ marni with the rick, listen here
toss my twin some p’s, get it hisself, yeah, yeah
you know it’s money over all these sl~ts, yeah, yeah
i served him ten p’s at the pizza hut, yeah, yeah
[verse]
i’m spendin’ nothin’ but bad time, i’m servin’ junkies somе bath salt
i sold the flavor for half off, my closet a motherf~ckin’ cash vault
i spеnt fifty on drip just in one week, spent a milli’ on ice just in one month
i just put a whole seven in one block, boy, you gotta cash out, it ain’t no fronts
d~gg~n’ these b~tches, i’m him, really, stickin’ to charger on the trim, really
still gave a m to my old lady, dope on the trailer, that fast, baby
gucci bandana, they fixated, thumbin’ through racks, she fixated
amg truck with the red guts, i risk my life for the blue bucks
roll up my sleeves ’cause i’m hands on, drop all them bags, put my mans on
countin’ a check with the redbone, on my neck, on my chest, i got clear stones
in that escalade v, i had veered off, made a quarter m sellin’ my peers soft
took her shoppin’, hit thirty at hermès, she got ass and them titties is perky
i got soldiers, they ready to smack somethin’, i got shottas, they ready to jack somethin’
in this widebody whip, we go too fast, gotta get the whole p, i don’t do half
i done ran this b~tch up, got a sprained calf, i be thumbin’ and thumbin’, i love math
i done bought all the whips, there ain’t nothin’ left, i done bought the whole year, there ain’t nothin’ left
i can get you knocked off for a brick of meth, i be cookin’ that dope, i’m a f~ckin’ chef
i just hopped on the jet with some thick sh~t, i’ma leave that lil’ b~tch with my imprint
[chorus]
i made lil’ mama get wet, i got a stick in the ‘vette
diamonds all on my neck, diamonds all on my chest
i gotta run through the chicken, at louis, i spent a whole ticket
i got three b~tches, i’m pimpin’, i need them commas and digits
mixin’ marni with the rick, listen here
toss my twin some p’s, get it hisself, yeah, yeah
you know it’s money over all these sl~ts, yeah, yeah
i served him ten p’s at the pizza hut, yeah, yeah
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