money man - carry on lyrics
[hook]
my sacramento hitter shoot that bl!ck like de’aron fox
you know i’m scammin’ banks with burner phones and hotspots
the mk deadly with the pressure pads and them red dots
3d targets at the range, i hit nothin’ but head shots
you know when that pressure hit, them n+ggas betray ya
sorry that i hurt you, but i cannot be faithful
you know that i f+ck with you, i ain’t mean to play ya
might not make it home tonight, cause they want me stinkin’
[?] we was livin’ in poverty
now we coppin’ cubans and we gettin’ some property
used to traffic p’s in rentals just for fiat
and i keep that big 40 and it look like [?]
[verse]
shawty want a n+gga to come and get [?]
told you how they cool at first, then they turn on you
yeah he went to school, but he never learned nothin’
all he know is murder, he just wanna burn somethin’
[?} don’t know he weak as f+ck
you can’t go to war with me my n+gga you ain’t rich enough
he gon’ let him out with all the wolves, we gon’ eat him up
[?] pick ’em up
my boy keep makin’ guns i told him
carry on
carry on
carry on
carry on
shawty f+ck me good as h+ll i told her
carry on
carry on
just carry on
[?]
burnin’ on the strongest of the gas, i don’t burn hookah
[?]
took this bag and [?] inside my crib feel the aura
she just wanna join the gang, get initiated
i be on that foreign exchange, gettin’ that different paper
people broke as h+ll, i had to sit down and educate ’em
[?] leave a n+gga block in devastation
i got 300 and got the stock in the four door
binary trigger so when i squeeze it, it go nuts
they don’t know the process that i endured
had some n+gga switch up, and had me floored
n+gga slide on me, i’m playing defense like floyd do
shawty wanna microdose and f+ck on the mushroom
performin’ at a show, i got this bl!ck on me leisurely
if i sense it third eye let this compact go eagerly
[hook]
my sacramento hitter shoot that bl!ck like de’aron fox
you know i’m scammin’ banks with burner phones and hotspots
the mk deadly with the pressure pads and them red dots
3d targets at the range, i hit nothin’ but head shots
you know when that pressure hit, them n+ggas betray ya
sorry that i hurt you, but i cannot be faithful
you know that i f+ck with you, i ain’t mean to play ya
might not make it home tonight, cause they want me stinkin’
[?] we was livin’ in poverty
now we coppin’ cubans and we gettin’ some property
used to traffic p’s in rentals just for fiat
and i keep that big 40 and it look like [?]
my boy keep makin’ guns i told him
carry on
carry on
carry on
carry on
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