money man – buss down a check lyrics
[verse 1]
im having paper these n-ggas be hating
i be growin’ them flavors
she dropping and motherf-cking shaking it
these n-ggas ain’t worthy
these b-tches ain’t worthy
i’m ballin i need me a motherf-ckin’ jersey
you beefin’ i’m burpin’ she bent over twerkin’
i’m wakin’ up early i’m weighing and workin’
these n-ggas be cappin
these n-ggas be actin’
i’m sitting back laughin’ cause n-ggas comedians
i don’t show no mercy to n-gga who caught me
cause they think you weak when you too lenient
dog met that ar i came with the tesla
i’m beefin’ and runnin’ that money
steady increasin’ it
i gotta c-m she steady releasin’ it
i ice out a arm but they think it’s a crystal
[?]
we trappin we movin’
we went to the top
we came from the sewer
b-tch
[chorus]
i know they hurt inside
i know i hurt they pride
she wanna hop in the ride
where i’m from you won’t survive
married money thats my bride
you scheming i can feel the vibe
loaded choppers on the side
she want me i can feel the vibe
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check for the green
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check for the green
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check for the green
buss down a check for the green
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check for the green
[verse 2]
my chopper be tactical
my verses be factual
when we f-ck she said my d-ck it feel magical
came a long way i swear that sh-t was gradual
just met the plug out in cali and malibu
vvs neck my chain is too valuable
can’t risk a mid my time is too valuable
send them hoes after you
my seller powerful [?]
it turns out i don’t do what these rappers do
b-tches all natural
hand is so pretty i’m servin’ the city
the k!llers be with me
i smoke like a hippie
she touch on my jimmie
this sh-t is a fully this sh-t not a semi
i roll up a bag with stuff that these n-ggas be huffin’ and puffin’
but they won’t say nothin’
they be swearin’ hey finna rob me but they won’t take nothin’
i’m finna slump em’
i hear she be fiendin’
my shoes be the cleanest, so i walk up and gucci expired
i used to sell on the curb, play with me you gettin’ murked
i got a shooter that stay on the lurk
i’m trappin dat work in a nissan, hoot at his face now he long gone
these n-ggas ain’t on sh-t we on, pluggin’ the streets i got long arms
[chorus]
i know they hurt inside
i know i hurt they pride
she wanna hop in the ride
where i’m from you won’t survive
married money thats my bride
you scheming i can feel the vibe
loaded choppers on the side
she want me i can feel the vibe
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check for the green
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check for the green
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check for the green
buss down a check for the green
buss down a check with the team
buss down a check for the green
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