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no pressure - money man & bc marse lyrics

walk in the store coppin’ everything
got a heavy charm, got a heavy chain
you can’t play with a b*tch gotta let it bang
made a smooth 50k off ameritrade
n*gga i’m havin’ sauce, havin’ marinade
i was spilling oil in my lemonade
i’m too thankful i ain’t meet an early grave
n*gga havin’ m’s i might catch a fade
n*gga traffickin’ za, yeah the highest grade
n*gga pocket watchin’ i ain’t have an option
i was pound coppin’, outta town shoppin’
on the ground [?] n*gga didn’t make it, so i started takin’
got a fetish for b*tches with asses
i hit it from the back, you know i’ma smack it
show love my music, i’m makin’ them classics
we show no mercy, i ain’t givin’ them passes
somewhere up top got the hash and the mushroom
havin’ this check, i fly a b*tch out to cancun
countin’ on me, leave a n*gga in the bayou
n*gga shut the f*ck up, i can come and buy you
electric lamborghini when a n*gga pass by you
do you got a man, f*ck it i’ma still try you
when you independent these n*ggas don’t like you
better be careful, cause the judge might fry you
real flawless diamonds got the chain doing cryo
big money havin’ cheddar like o mayo
boost my cred, i just glitched my fico
let a n*gga trip, f*ck around and go psycho
buy her what she want, she can get whatever
take her where she want, we can go wherever
yeah put your hands on her, never
i’ma send a n*gga to meet the devil
i’ma speed junkie i’m mashing the pedal
it’s croptober i’m serving them petals
got a bad b*tch yeah and she bis*xual
got a purple heart, i need a medal
laptop for alpha bay let me tell you
in my own class, n*ggas not on my level
splurge on you little momma, you special
he ain’t on sh*t, i ain’t worried, no pressure
yeah
he ain’t on sh*t, lil mamma no pressure
come shop with me, you might get extra
give a n*gga two piece for a gesture
came from dekalb, i’ma eastside repper
turn my back on my dogs, never
yeah he got drip on i’m way fresher
locked in for life, bae let me tell you
locked in for life, n*gga ain’t no bailing
whole lotta swipin’ over here in [?]
cutthroat sh*t, get k!lled for tellin’
pipe down n*gga get challenged for your yellin’
get money from rap but p’s be sellin’
white b*tch love me she showed me her melons
street n*gga sh*t, i ain’t kickin’ with felons
on probation, but still got weapons
i’ma find the source and serve my section
gotta f*ck witchu d*mn bae you s*xy
take my number lil mama please text me
i done got high, got hungry, got the munchies
never compromise your morals for money
n*gga gon’ walk in this b*tch, no runnin’
[?]
yeah
yeah i got whole bag of spliffs and onions
it’s croptober, got pounds and pumpkins
he ain’t no plug, lil n*gga quit frontin’
how you on the block all day and make nothin’
[?]
300 blackout leave a n*gga under
i’m [?]
got migos in cali digging me a tunnel
[verse 2: bc m*rs*]
yeah, d*mn
that n*gga ain’t got to a test since the pandemic
d*mn she know she know he do not scam really
all these counterfeit faces look authentic
got my eyes on the prize like a hog n*gga
only gang in the spot you cannot enter
[?] like a bartender
yeah you already know what it is when you pull up
she already know she a 10, she be put up
she watch me [?] cook up
i’m smoking p’s [?] wit my foot up
ain’t talking 2k but n*gga we be glitching ’em
tell ’em how many times we hacked the system
i said leave this sh*t alone, and still in it
push up on ’em that should be another victim
we gon’ log in, it’s tough having everything
[?]broke as f*ck it’s like eddie kane
made it trapping i gave you the wedding ring
f*ck this trap sh*t i gave this sh*t everything
yeah i’m hoping i could give you everything
we just like dubai we gon make it rain
said she wanna go viral, we made you famous
we having “get money” conversations
got this sh*t on lock ain’t no combinations
i can’t pass this glizzy i ain’t rajon rondo with this .9
til the day i drop p*ssy f*ck the cops n*gga free the guys
yeah the plug since a box and the sh*t got stopped but it still arrived
i could have a pocket full of change and i still wouldn’t drop no dime

- money man bc marse lyrics

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