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Money Man

Tysen Jay Bolding, known professionally as Money Man, is an American rapper. more »

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Streets hot
You gotta stay out the way so they don't connect the dot
Whip

A lot of foreign cars and diamond chains, that's before the fame (yeah)
Everybody waitin' on me to drop 'cause they all sound the same
Plugs goin' broke, you know the streets'll never be the same
Prices fucked up, everybody playin' number games (everybody playin' number games)
Please don't panic 'cause the streets hot (streets hot)
Work your wrist, can't lose a gram inside the pot (whip)
You gotta stay out the way so they don't connect the dot (connect the dot)
Keep grindin' 'cause it's hard to stay on top

Pound for five racks, we lovin' that, we lovin' that
Ayy, I got rich in Atlanta, but New York, that's where it's at 
Ayy, your name in paperwork, that mean you can't come back from that
Ayy, the middle man actin' like the plug, what's up with that?
Ayy, all my niggas rollin' loud, I ain't talkin' 'bout the show
Seven different rooms, the jugg house filled with exotic 'bows
Twenty-four hours, same day, I jugg off two loads
Ain't seen my kids in a week, but brought a half a million dollars home (count up)
I got ten prices, I play number games (number games)
Twenty racks a day to blow, we call that pocket change (pocket change)
The streets dead, it'll never be the same (no cap)
But you can still get rich if you know the game

A lot of foreign cars and diamond chains, that's before the fame (yeah)
Everybody waitin' on me to drop 'cause they all sound the same
Plugs goin' broke, you know the streets'll never be the same
Prices fucked up, everybody playin' number games (everybody playin' number games)
Please don't panic 'cause the streets hot (streets hot)
Work your wrist, can't lose a gram inside the pot (whip)
You gotta stay out the way so they don't connect the dot (connect the dot)
Keep grindin' 'cause it's hard to stay on top

Looked up to trapper, them was my heroes
With my Greek plug, eatin' gyro 
He just sent another three loads
Floodin' prisons, I serve COs
I got seven different plug, get them light deps from my chico
I got four, five different drugs, might get fentanyl from my 'migo
My Chevelle a classic
With my white plug, doin' acid
Whatever I buy, he said he'll match it
My east side bitch recieve and catch it
My grower dropped it on me, so to him for life, I feel indebted
Serve bags with a loaded weapon
Lost a box, it had me stressin'
If I f*ck with you, then I might drop the number, be thankful, dog
Got shrooms and I got Adderall
Made millions from my catalog
Pulled the bad bitch just to tag along
Got VVs in my Cuban prongs
My Muslim hitter go slide on niggas, then go home and he read the Quran (let's go)

A lot of foreign cars and diamond chains, that's before the fame (yeah)
Everybody waitin' on me to drop 'cause they all sound the same
Plugs goin' broke, you know the streets'll never be the same
Prices fucked up, everybody playin' number games (everybody playin' number games)
Please don't panic 'cause the streets hot (streets hot)
Work your wrist, can't lose a gram inside the pot (whip)
You gotta stay out the way so they don't connect the dot (connect the dot)
Keep grindin' 'cause it's hard to stay on top

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