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ali baba - money man & peezy lyrics

[intro: money man]
yeah

[verse 1: money man]
rockin’ leather, sellin’ p’s, my b*tch is bad, she portuguese
is you gon’ get a bag or starve? you can’t force a n*gga to eat
i keep applyin’ pressure, i make it hard for n*ggas to come compete
don’t make me put this bl!cky to your forehead like a widow’s peak
on shrooms right now, i’m feelin’ geeked, my lam’ truck got them custom seats
i’m burnin’ on tahitian treat, my detroit shooter look like veeze
he don’t mind, he’ll quickly squeeze, circle set a different breed
shawty got that alkaline, she say her p*ssy hit, lil’ n*gga
you know i’m gettin’ money, i paid 10k for the ceiling fixture
my b*tch say she a christian, but she lyin’, she get really wicked
her head game stupid, too addictive
i spin alone, no codefendants
i’m indy, i’m not coexisting
it’s murder, we don’t just attempt it
got so much ice, when i step inside the room, broke n*ggas feel offended
controversial tweets, i’m steady trending
only f*ck the baddest women
like gizmo, i’m producin’ gremlins
in raris, we ain’t doin’ lemons
hit goldenboy to cook a chicken
shawty wet, she almost drenched me
scary n*gga, he keep on flinchin’
n*ggas broke, they keep on brickin’
she a quarter piece, a real cutie, no qp
i got lil’ baby runnin’ in banks for me, no qc, yeah
[chorus: money man]
air force 1s, they came from virgil
run that sack up like a gerbil
street sh*t, we don’t write in journals
came from violence, acts of murder
she got ass, it’s from her mama
he felt metal from a chopper
roll a n*gga like a grabba
my dior silk just like the shocker
my foreign b*tch scammer, ali baba
i ain’t sellin’, had to hodl
swipe it like it’s no tomorrow
she f*ck me like it’s no tomorrow
dope sold, we gon’ go to mars
custom glass in all our cars
spent 50k on all these cards
last night, i counted eighty large

[verse 2: peezy]
last night, i counted eighty large, i spent it like it’s no tomorrow
ask around, we goin’ hard, drive foreigns like they stolen cars
bad b*tches ’round the world wan’ do ménage
told the police i ain’t got no answers for ’em, b*tch, do your job
half an m in jewelry on, might grab the phone and get on live
pull up to the club, they walk me through the back, don’t stand in line
tried to put him on, that n*gga broke ’cause he got too much pride
see me top down on ocean drive, i know it hurt inside
we been talkin’ crypto, buyin’ nfts, but they ain’t hip, though
ain’t been talkin’ to my side b*tch, still pay her rent, though
flyer than a pilot, got that sh*t on
i don’t need no stylist, n*gga
pick it out myself, ain’t got no problem with it
eenie, meenie, miny, moe
lamborghini, bentley, rolls
i can’t drive all this sh*t myself, i pass it to the bros
lookin’ back, i’m proud of myself, i made it off the grow
stayin’ on my grind and stickin’ to the code
[chorus: money man]
air force 1s, they came from virgil
run that sack up like a gerbil
street sh*t, we don’t write in journals
came from violence, acts of murder
she got ass, it’s from her mama
he felt metal from a chopper
roll a n*gga like a grabba
my dior silk just like the shocker
my foreign b*tch scammer, ali baba
i ain’t sellin’, had to hodl
swipe it like it’s no tomorrow
she f*ck me like it’s no tomorrow
dope sold, we gon’ go to mars
custom glass in all our cars
spent 50k on all these cards
last night, i counted eighty large

- money man peezy lyrics

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