Lyrics:
never seen, he outta sight
When it get sticky just keep you a sitchy
and you gotta breathe, gonna be aight
Mr. money man
They don't call me buckz just for
Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up
They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance
Backspin,
up on they phone
Ride in luxury
But don't have keys to a home
There's ease in a zone
But it's work man to man
The grind would suggest
That the worlds
how I'm grown
Tryna make it on my own
I ain't coming back home
Til I'm on
They don't understand I'm in my zone
Making money on my own
Leave a message
the other hand I take a picture
Smoking on different mixtures
I'm taking hits bruh
Kenny Omega I sweep with the broom
Clean the division get you a room
Don't
against the law (listen, I don't know)
Gotta change how it's goin' down (yeah, ha ha)
If money makes a man strange (yeah, we gots to rearrange that)
So
against the law (listen, I don't know)
Gotta change how it's goin' down (yeah, ha ha)
If money makes a man strange (yeah, we gots to rearrange that)
So
man .
Verse 1 by Mike:
Give you some money, now I make your mine.
I can buy your whole damn life .
5 dollars, 50 dollars , 1000 dollars , million
make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list
Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap?
I take your man and I won't give him back
I just walk into
Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up
They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance
Backspin,
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
nigga bitch you know where I'm at
North side where you find me
By myself i don't need to be crew deep
Yeah
I'm a man by my motha-fucking self
And I'll
looking like new money
I'm a Zoe like HaitianFresh man
I like J's I used to wanna have yeezes
Like West man Yes man
Sometimes I just do it with Nike
I love
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
the metaverse
Life is what you make it man
Why you always make it worse?
Doing things to trigger my anxiety
That truly hurts
I would rather see you leave
Then
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
slip, don't let me catch you
I know we mortal man, unimmortalized, it's morbid but it's true
Okay, wanna kill a man with my own hands
Better pray it's not
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
kick in yo' door, I'ma kick in yo' door, I'm keep gettin'
If money was height, then I'm Shaquille O'Neal and all of these niggas and midgets
I don't
They say I'm the man with the plan
Cause I always stay with the bands
I'm taking a flight to Japan
Surrounded by anime girls when I land
I'm coastin,
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
on my money now I'm Shaquille O'neal
Glitch in the matrix, I feel like Neo
Lost my heart, don't know how to feel
Gettin' this gwap, only way that I heal
I've been focused on my family and money (Money)
I prayed to God and asked for Kenny watch over us
I've been working on my family and money (Money)
If
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes
I don’t be politicin', I’m not political
Fuck you talkin' about? bitch
I’m Kenneth Cole
My goons
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