[Verse 1: Young Thug] Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Jeeee~ I make the pop flip I'm stacking my chips Like I'm in Vegas She gotta have hips Ain't fucking no RIP My car is the latest My pockets on blimp I'm pissing out zips My kids are lazy
Keys all on my cars I shine like a star I'm higher than Mars, ohh My jewelry is winning, no poo And this street shit is in me, Ryu
I got tats on my fore arms I smoke more trees than a Palm Hey and I'm......blowing, no bomb That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm
[Hook: Money Man] I told her jump inside the bed I told her open up ya legs I told her come and use ya head These niggas beefing over bread These niggas talking to the Feds I just go burn a pound of Meds I buy a brick and shake a leg I had to go and get it out the mud I had to turn myself in to a plug Ain't nobody want to show me love I had to crawl out from the slums I cut half these niggas off Cause half these niggas too soft I had to bounce back when I lost Ran it up now a nigga on me
[Verse 2: Money Man] I went to Arizona for a minute Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket Baby girl let a plug hit it I'm a beast when them drugs in me I'm with the growers out at Cali They just be tossing bags at me These niggas use to laugh at me Now these bitches throwing ass at me Ain't have a shoulder to lean on Ain't have an OG to put me on Ran up a hundred thousand on my own Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong I'm kicking bitches out the coupe I'm giving speeches to the troops Grab the F n N and let it loose I just can't snitch on my connect I just can't go for disrespect Pour a 40 ease all the stress Don't make me break a little nigga neck Streets turning a nigga to a monster Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster I keep a cart by all the robbers That's a hundred rounds for all my problems
[Hook: Money Man] I told her jump inside the bed I told her open up ya legs I told her come and use ya head These niggas beefing over bread These niggas talking to the Feds I just go burn a pound of Meds I buy a brick and shake a leg I had to go and get it out the mud I had to turn myself in to a plug Ain't nobody want to show me love I had to crawl out from the slums I cut half these niggas off Cause half these niggas too soft I had to bounce back when I lost Ran it up now a nigga on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
