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money man - game lyrics

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[hook]
i’m getting sh-t with the gang yeah
ballin’ like we starrin’ in an nba game
that b-tch bad with the h-lla name
got ten peas on the coffee table
that’s a mini draco on the coffee table
four pockets full like i’m lil baby
f-ck a man in the middle baby
i’m pickin’ buds like i’m pickin’ cotton
the b-tch bad and she [?]
tried to test me so i double cross
i spent the night on a grow field
sold 100 peas on brown yield
then another 50 on thompson heel
21 that’s a good deal
i like 4 count on fed field
i like 4 count twelve field

[verse 1]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
if i were you then i would f-ck with me
i got that sh-t for the dirt cheap
i gave a lil n-gg- a dirt nap
she ride a n-gg- like a dirt bike
i seen a pound for the first time
fell in love at first sight
she let me hit her on the first night
i drove with the pack three days on the highway
tryin’ to make it back to the destination
i’m bossin’ up ship it to a secret location
forgot to water all the plants and f-cked up 30k worth of weed man
i’m ballin’ like i’m in the league man
[?] movers on the leave man
rock a turban like a pakistan
put cheese on your head like a packers fan

[hook]
i’m getting sh-t with the gang yeah
ballin’ like we starrin’ in an nba game
that b-tch bad with the h-lla name
got ten peas on the coffee table
that’s a mini draco on the coffee table
four pockets full like i’m lil baby
f-ck a man in the middle baby
i’m pickin’ buds like i’m pickin’ cotton
the b-tch bad and she [?]
tried to test me so i double cross
i spent the night on a grow field
sold 100 peas on brown yield
then another 50 on thompson heel
21 that’s a good deal
i like 4 count on fed field
ilike 4 count twelve field

[verse 2]
pickin’ bud
sippin’ bud
hit it once and she done fell in love
give me 20 minutes meet me at the sale
the mom wet like a wishin’ well
it’s a whole lot we don’t need to clock em’
what’s to know keep the glocks on em’
harvest season i’ma keep growin’
f-ck 12 i’ma keep goin’
back it up and she keep throwin’ it
high tech i’ma keep pullin’ it
she mad at me i ain’t hit her back
bulletproof
[?]
drop a mixtape back to back
got twins with me i’ma hit em’ both at the same time
did a show and called a play at the same time

[hook]
we ballin’ like we starrin’ in an nba game
that b-tch bad with the h-lla name
got ten peas on the coffee table
that’s a mini draco on the coffee table
four pockets full like i’m lil baby
f-ck a man in the middle baby
i’m pickin’ buds like i’m pickin’ cotton
the b-tch bad and she [?]
tried to test me so i double cross
i spent the night on a grow field
sold 100 peas on brown yield
then another 50 on thompson heel
21 that’s a good deal
i like 4 count on fed field
i like 4 count twelve field



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