Money Man (feat. Kut)
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Bro said he like my converse man these is Ricky bitch I'm in Soho running through these hundred's and them fifty's bitch Just got off the cop block rolling three point fives of sticky shit I can't leave the house I don't feel safe without the blick equipped I cut niggas off soon as they start calling me money man That shit ain't no joke that jealous shit ain't nothing funny man Why these niggas always watch the pockets of another man How about you go get you some rubber bands brother man All this Ricky and stone island on my body I'm too fly If you seen the girl I wifed you'd probably think I was that guy If you hit this blunt I rolled you might tweak out and get too high Got takahashi undercover jackets mixed with number nine Bro got the gla coupe we going to take off Nigga play brodie blowing his face off All these niggas they really be fake soft trying to play Superman for a hoe If he play that with us then we blowing his cape off All these hits I done made and they still trying to ask me the way I be getting this cake off I don't got any words for a fake boss They ain't fuckin wit me then that's they loss I'm not losing no sleep at the end of the night I'm too pretty to fight so we upping the pipe Bet them rugas ignite tuck that nigga goodnight and you knowing that's right Got to guard my own life cause I'm really that nice Niggas soak up the drip like a bowl full of rice And the punch lines to tight they be hittin like mike I upgraded from Nike but I'm still about a check Time moving slow mo I start sipping tech When I hopped in the whip started swerving the benz I can't accept offers four hundred or less Thank god everyday and I count all my blessings Put trust in my guys and I scream f*ck the rest Hurd a op talked hot let's go put him to rest If the scene get hot then I turn on the jets Might dip out the state Watch me dodge every jake Because I leave with no trace Yeah yeah I'm a ghost Get the f*ck out my face Couldn't tell that it's fake Because they only show love when you make it But f*ck it I'll still get it lit in this bitch I'm usually outside walking around wearing drip You wore that shirt one time just for the flicks Everybody stay quiet cause the grip on my hip You know what could happen if u heard dump the clip If the cops trying to speak then I'm pleading the fifth I'm a virus on beats because my style too sick My fingers changed colors from thumbing blue strips Just walked outta Saks with a pair of new kicks Might go blow a bag eating out at Ruth Chris Got to flex on my ops before I cut loose ends If no one switched up then you could've had this
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Written by: Shawn Brown, Zaid Elbashaireh
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