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money man - december 4th lyrics

[verse]
bad b-tch from the east side, got face tats
caught a flight to the west, n-gga, drove weight back
pop a seal on some hi-tech, throw and eight back
got more gas than the service pump at the racetrack
vice slowed on the road, n-gga had to shake that
got more steers than queers, shot over to bankhead
had to transport a thousand pieces, i done got a truck there
growin’ up in the ‘jects, we was sleepin’ on bunk beds
always give a n-gga migraines and then gray hairs
white collar, file tax returns on green days
trap hard, then invest the money in some trial spots
bad b-tch from the south side, gave her back shots
bird? sh-t, i made a hundred twenty from a laptop
take some of the money down there, came sharp
i ain’t tarantino, but i got big guwop
h-ll nah, n0body’s brother, ain’t gotta be nice
called chris, told him hurry up, flip my white
they tried to kick the door in, f-cked around and caught a face shot
took the fifty that i made, soon started a grow op
i be walkin’ inside the trial spot, make sure the door locked
had to grow it all electric ’cause it’s cold out
i ain’t signed a deal yet, dog, i’ma hold out
i just did a show in knoxville, it was sold out
i ain’t tryin’ these shiesty n-ggas, there ain’t no doubt
take from me so they can give to them for a four pound
white collar, got a operation, got a bank statement
this n-gga tried to serve me, but ain’t made for that
dropped nine on my home, it’s where i lay at
walkin’ out the front door, a n-gga had to stay strapped
nephew take a loan, never got paid back
never told a n-gga no when they need somethin’
if he ain’t got a little street money, he don’t mean nothin’
right now, i’m on a fattenin’, can’t eat nothin’
f-cked three times, little mama just keep callin’
tyin’ up my career for weed money

- money man lyrics

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