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money man - lou gram lyrics

[intro]
(hey, go ahead, infinite)
(my n*gga johnny got another one)

[verse 1: lou gram]
once you know you got it, you ain’t gotta give her nothin’
off the drank, me and vezz made crazy money
pour a three in a big blue, call it baby money
talkin’ ‘bows and you barely got grown money
real street n*gga, i converted to a bossman
makin’ floor plans, used to pray for a hundred grand
i scam, rap, and deal, i’m like money man
if one of my brothers low, i’ma cut him in
if i ever say it on a song, it’s a fact
before i wrote a rap, i was lookin’ like i rapped
i ain’t talkin’ mail when i say i sold stamps
tryna build your brand, split the money with the camp
lou gram
[verse 2: nipscogang foreign]
come and spend the money with thе chef
i guess i got good karma, i just pulled up in thе freshest
the n*gga said he gon’ what? we gon’ backdoor and blitz him
i paid a stack for this black belt, but i don’t know jiu*jitsu (nah)
where you come from? b*tch, where your credentials?
get the brick and i wrap it up like an instrumental
slide in the fish bowl, we let shots out the rental
i ain’t even hit your b*tch on purpose, that was accidental (my bad)
come and get a dog, i got a kennel
you ain’t the plug or the outlet, you malcolm in the middle
you wanna smoke this double homi? twenty*eight for a pillow
last n*gga played with the gang, they left him in the ‘spital
lookin’ at a couple m’s, it’s just me and lou (me and lou)
i’m a young fly n*gga, need a parachute (a parachute)
brodie said stay dangerous, i’m prepared to shoot (yeah)
how the f*ck you got a bl!cky on you and you scared to shoot?

[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
i’m with the mob, ain’t gotta talk, you know what they’d do (yeah)
hundred rounds in that drac’, knock off a head or two (hmm)
heard you made a diss song, could barely play it through
’22 ghost usa, white and red and blue
been havin’ motion for a minute, yeah, we big shifters (shifters)
hit the club thirty deep, we got sticks with us
huh, thirsty hoes in the club takin’ pics with us
throwin’ dog sh*t inside the club, you throwin’ lint in it
twenty*fours on the wraith, i call it money train (big ice)
n*gga playin’ with that cheese, get your onion baked (p*ssy)
n*gga out here spendin’ checks, i don’t wanna save (nah)
put thirty*twos on a dually truck, switchin’ double lanes

- lou gram lyrics

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