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money man - fuckery lyrics

[intro]
listen here lil n-gga i ain’t even finna play with you right now
that ain’t what we finna do
we ain’t’ finna let sh-t slide
we ain’t got no options we finna win

[verse 1]
just put a ten on my lil homie lawyer
she not a dime she a quarter
heard your man song it was boring to me
hatin’ on n-gga that corny to me
that type of n-gga that foreign to me
i sell them p’s accordingly
turn ya lil hood into rubby
you shouldn’t have been on that f-ck sh-t
hit the gas then they abduct me
quit pillow talkin’ with these b-tches
n-ggas nosey tryna listen
miami drink on me glistenin’
gotta be smart can you bang though
ice on my wrist like i’m chained up
no og ain’t no one train us
invested a lot and i came up
quit all the f-ckin’ comparisons
ain’t’ n0body going harder
trap out a srt charger
thank god i made it out
that money not hanging up
wising up you can play me now
my car belong on the racetrack
shot at his cousin thats payback
mailing these p’s on da doormat
’69 marrow a throwback (yeah)
young n-ggas they all look up to me
can’t f-ck with ya you ain’t go up with me
og say they all f-ck with me
i told my bm she stuck with me
them hunnids keepin’ me company
bout to go swipe out a company (uh)

[hook]
quit all that motherf-ckin’ f-ckery(yeah, yeah)
they buy a medical drug from me (uh, yeah)
these b-tches fallin’ in love with me(yeah, yeah)
you need an army to f-ck with me
grow god lil mama come pray to me
she wait in line so patiently
i probably let honey deals
we loading them sticks so courageously
i got that bracelet from egypt
my wrist paraplegic
she in victoria secret
we f-ckin she started weepin’

[verse 2]
i swear that money completed
i heard your single it cheesy
these n-ggas b-tches believe me
f-ck all the daughters i’m winnin’
trauma man is the beginnin’
i’ll bring yo life to a ending
hit the pedal plug the engine
i trap in the jungle with apes
dispensary say you a fake
i swear these n-ggas so fake
behind your back they gon’ hate
not she not ricki she wet as a lake
i rerock a brick and drop me a tape
shut the f-ck up when the boss talkin’
these are balmains i don’t rock robins
these n-ggas cuffin’ they c-ck blockin’
shout out to my mother f-ckin’ swiper
we f-ck until we get tired
i f-cked her but i do not like her
i steady looking for buyers
i see the hate through a visor
clean out the money then dry it
i smashin’ all opposition
it ain’t hard to see we winnin’
it ain’t hard to see we get it

- money man lyrics

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