money man – expression lyrics
[chrous]
can’t let these n-gg-s trick me out my spot
can’t let these n-gg-s push me from the top
you think i ain’t gon’ make it, n-gg- just watch
i ain’t got time, n-gg- i ain’t a watch
i’m f-ckin’ with n-gg-s who f-ckin’ with me
i’m f-ckin’ with b-tches who f-ckin’ with me
my dawg caught a body, i gave him some p’s
he gave them sh-ts back ’cause he said it was free
if i ain’t have no thc, where would would i be?
if i ain’t have no indica, where would i be?
if i ain’t sativa, then where would i be?
if ain’t have no cbd, where would i be?
these n-gg-s be slimy, they’ll take from they own
these b-tches gon’ f-ck you and want to get on
i’m in the booth, i can’t pick up the phone
too many juugs, i can’t go on the road
[verse]
take me a chance, you know i’ma do it
give me some money, you know i’ma do it
find me a plug, you know i’ma do it
f-ckin’ me excellent, yeah she be doin’ it
they only be f-ckin’ with you when they need you
my bm said, “none of these rap n-gg-s seeing you”
you know i’m illegally swiping these visas
i just met up with gotti for dinner at chili’s
[?] look like reefer
i’m great like the pyramid that is in giza
ran up them hundreds, that sh-t wasn’t easy
i was influenced by gucci and jeezy
producers ignored me, like metro and wheezy
a n-gg- ain’t need ’em, my pockets still cheesy
i pulled up to cali [?]
i got some plays on the way to come meet me
only the circle, you know i’m committed
she f-ck me outrageous, she know she committed
you n-gg-s fake as f-ck, you should admit it
you say kept it real, n-gg- you didn’t
you know the facts every time that i’m spittin’
i f-ck with figures and trauma, they love me
i f-ck with caprio, i know he love me
n-gg-, this sh-t is way more than some money
i f-ck with keisha, i know that she love me
i f-ck with izzy, i know that she love me
i f-ck with skinny, i know that he love me
i f-ck with cyrus, i cried when he hug me
can’t f-ck with ray now, he turned to a junkie
can’t f-ck with aston ’cause he done turned ugly
come drop the keys to the crib if you trust me
you ain’t tryna run up a check then you buggin’
[chrous]
can’t let these n-gg-s trick me out my spot
can’t let these n-gg-s push me from the top
you think i ain’t gon’ make it, n-gg- just watch
i ain’t got time, n-gg- i ain’t a watch
i’m f-ckin’ with n-gg-s who f-ckin’ with me
i’m f-ckin’ with b-tches who f-ckin’ with me
my dawg caught a body, i gave him some p’s
he gave them sh-ts back ’cause he said it was free
if i ain’t have no thc, where would would i be?
if i ain’t have no indica, where would i be?
if i ain’t sativa, then where would i be?
if ain’t have no cbd, where would i be?
these n-gg-s be slimy, they’ll take from they own
these b-tches gon’ f-ck you and want to get on
i’m in the booth, i can’t pick up the phone
too many juugs, i can’t go on the road
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