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ridin or not - money man lyrics

[chorus: money man]
she used to be broke, but i made her a boss
they wasted my time, so i cut them hoes off
we say hooray when that pua drop
f*ck i look like tryna talk to a cop?
they nod they head, all my music gon’ knock
i’m rockin’ christian while hangin’ with ahks
wipe his lil’ nose like a tissue and snot
my sh*t be different, i think out the box
pack got delivered, they tripled the pot
don’t give a f*ck if you buy it or not
we finna spin, is you riding or not?
my b*tch look like a young vivica fox

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
if it ain’t dior, it’s guwop (guwop)
we keep tryna score on the opps, huh (score on the opps)
we go to the grower to shop (yeah)
we be them boys put that dope on the block, look (yeah, yeah)
we be them boys put that ho on the schedule (on the schedule)
turn her up, she was down, now she better (now she better)
i can’t have her around if she regular (huh)
i can’t be driving ’round in nothin’ regular (uh, uh)
inside the coupe look like a sp*ce shuttle (yeah)
leave a f*ck n*gga brain by his steppers
punch a n*gga ass out like mcgregor (like mcgregor)
he don’t want no beef, say he only eat vegetables (say he eat vegetables)
i can’t do business with them, they skeptical (they skeptical)
who said that ho sh*t acceptable? yeah
they know i’m focused on revenue (they know i’m focused on)
if i want ’em gone, we gon’ execute (i want ’em gone)

[verse 2: money man]
f*ck it, i go microdose on the shroom
them plants don’t need soil, with hydro, they bloom
i got that sack like the legion of boom
that money my bride, i’m the motherf*ckin’ groom
please, when i go, put them racks in my tomb
keep that sh*t real, i sound good with the ‘tune
get your life wrapped up just like a cocoon
my natural chick eat on gluten*free food
don’t come around with a negative mood
my chain ain’t fall, but i’m droppin’ some jewels
ain’t on a plane, but i’m burnin’ jet fuel
we want that smoke like a motherf*ckin’ kool
these n*ggas square like a motherf*ckin’ cube
call me colossal, my bank account huge
there’s covid, but fell off in magic like lou will
new house in houston, that sh*t cost me two mil’
if you don’t let me hit, i bet your friend will
feelin’ real generous, might pay her light bill
burnin’ ’cause sometimes a n*gga be bipolar
don’t touch my charm, that is somethin’ i’ll die over
i told her pull up and she comin’ right over
she comin’ home with the kid when the night over
i can’t stop workin’, that sh*t in my dna
pack comin’ tuesday, that sh*t is the eta
i’m workin’ smart, i’ma do this the easy way
i’m gettin’ money, so f*ck what these b*tches say
always recording, i’m dropping a hit a day
started with crumbs, now i’m makin’ some bigger plays
step up your traphouse, we movin’ some bigger weight
might take a vacay to motherf*ckin’ get away
i was on the road with that pack bumpin’ master sensei
peanut b*tter breath came wednesday
that sh*t sold out the same day
and it came straight from la
matter fact, i meant the bay

[outro: money man]
this sh*t is strong, no debate
i blow the smoke in your face
yeah, yeah, infusin’ my food with that thc
yeah, n*gga, don’t talk to me

- money man lyrics

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