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lirik lagu money man – you see it

[intro]
(keez on the track, ooh)
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
you know i’m plugged with the green
i got that glock in my jeans
i got them racks in my jeans
n~gga, this a1 gelato, this sh~t twenty~three
that b~tch in love with my voice, she got me on repeat
n~gga, this strap, it hold fifty, don’t care if you deep
you got your ho rocking fila, you cheap
she meet a player like me, she gon’ cheat
she meet a player like me, i’ma beat
i got two b~tches with me, they some freaks
we f~cked in a foreign, left cum on the seats
i k!lled this here track, i left blood on the beat
i am so different, my sh~t is unique
met a b~tch out of town, her name unique
yeah, yeah
them bullets rain just like they an umbrella
bought that b~tch lipo, i put her together
bought that b~tch fendi, i got her together
she love the kid, so i got her forever
yeah, yeah, i got them treasures
i pour out the pint and i don’t even measure
i fill up a ziploc and don’t even weigh up
my plug gave me two bags and told me don’t pay him
treat these b~tches like dragons, you know i’ma slay ’em
i pulled out that ‘rari, i’m makin’ a statement
my kids gon’ be g ’cause you know i’ma raise ’em
i got that sack, so i’m feeling like aikman
call me harambre, you know i be apeing
i can’t control ’em, my n~ggas be taking
pulled off on a play ’cause i ain’t feel like waiting
pulled off on a b~tch, she was talkin’ too much
get your own sauce, n~ggas copy too much
gotta drop more, i ain’t droppin’ enough
don’t hit my line, you ain’t coppin’ enough
them n~ggas cool, but ain’t f~cking with us
used to burn loud on the back of the bus
heard you went broke, but you used to be on
gotta stack up them racks, what the f~ck is you on, stupid?

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, you see the drip when i’m walking, yeah
you hear the real when i’m talking, yeah
these b~tches love me, they stalking, yeah
walked on this beat, i was crawling first
i need like 50k for a verse
eight hundred for this lil’ t~shirt
i’ma go swipe her a louis purse
i love the way that she movin’, twerk

[verse 2]
had to boost up my status
my b~tch is the baddest, my car is the fastest
your sh~t the trashest, i don’t wanna listen
had to put all my dawgs and my hoes in position
i must admit this lifestyle is addictive
i done seen money turn good n~ggas wicked
i done seen money turn ugly hoes bad
i done seen money turn childhood friends mad
walk around with this wad in my motherf~ckin’ hands
these n~ggas lil’ boys, come talk to the man
these n~ggas telling lies, they be some shams
go get some hustle, go weigh up some grams
go get some hustle, go get you a lam’
go get some hustle, don’t you understand?
my b~tch she red, right now, she got a tan
this 9 open n~ggas up just like a can
shout out my n~ggas who locked in the can
i do whatever i want ’cause i can
this ap plain as f~ck, this sh~t is bland
three hundred acres, i purchased some land
i keep it a1, that sh~t in my glands
she keep on beggin’ me, she want a chance
she wanna come and unfasten my pants
tossin’ them racks on that ho while she dance

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