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money man - airbnb lyrics

[chorus]
how many times these n-ggas gon’ doubt me?
pull up in the trap, 100 bags in a audi
soon as a n-gga get ’em gone, i’m outtie
turban on my head like a motherf-cking saudi
i ain’t want the b-tch number, she was too busted
and i keep a drum on the steel like percussion
all these vvs’s on my neck, they bussing
and i keep an old .38 and it’s rusty
seven-one four-four-two and it running
big bad wolf, n-gga, i’ma get to huffing
monclear jacket and this sh-t real puffy
turkey bags filled up with gas, not with stuffing
need a bad b-tch, come and give me some loving
need a bad b-tch, give me pretty -ss children
i just got her wave snapped for christmas
i just bought a new ram truck for christmas
ball everyday, i don’t celebrate christmas
she wanna go with me, but i don’t wanna deal it
my heart numb, n-gga, i ain’t got feelings
d-mn she stacked got double-d t-tties
i just wanna re-up and serve my city
i ain’t hollywood, but it’s stars in my ceiling
these n-gga jokes, these n-ggas real silly

[verse]
diamonds on my wrist, d-mn, like two milli
cut some hoes off cause i got too many
come and get a bag, yeah, the circle got plenty
old school muscle car and the dash digi
new school muscle car and it got a hemi
stars in my ceilings, yeah, bae, make wish
racks and my jeans , nah, i ain’t got hips
navy blue red bottoms, yeah, bloods and crip
drippin’ everywhere, lil’ mama don’t slip
these n-ggas monkeys, these n-ggas some chimps
these n-ggas scared, these n-ggas some wimps
burning pre-rolls and this sh-t got hemp
we f-cking for the moment, she only a temp
fn, n-gga, don’t you attempt
shoot you in the leg now you walking with a limp
moving all this weight, i ain’t even in the gym
had to get a viper, i’ma take it for a spin
real plug n-gga, only f-cking with kin
20 p’s of grade-a sitting in the fridge
burning on exotic, i ain’t smoking no seeds
bought my old lady a $2k wig
online money, i’ma internet wiz
15k just to go and do a gig
d-boy truck with the off-road wheels
gucci boots, baby girl, these ain’t timbs
modified chopper and its knocking of limbs
real strong gas bags, come and get a whiff
finna f-ck a b-tch, she came in a lyft
leave a n-gga dead, n-gga body in a ditch
i was in the trap, n-gga, tryna get rich
pull up in a demon, yeah, six-six-six
low key plug, i’m anonymous
n-gga be hating, i’m tired of it
shawty got a -ss, i’m feelin’ on it
counting these blues feels good, don’t it?
80 bag play that’s a big moment
all these racks that’s a big move
six foot six that’s a big goon
bed and sofa that’s a big room
lil’ -ss coupe with no leg room

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