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money man - prophet lyrics lyrics

hook]
i know n-gg-s with biggies but shoot to the kids
i be frequent at flips
shoot you right in yo’ lip
got a thot brand new [?]
they look like some hips
got some nba players i’m servin’ them zips
when she walk in she giving me brain out the whip
got a chocolate b-tch she look like nesquick
for them blue hundreds n-gg-s be desperate
i kept me a red out of oakland and booking narcotics
i feel like young [?] i’m tattin’ my body
exotic smoke got the car that i’m in foggy
i re-up in [?] victorian rocket
yo trap done got worser
you n-gg-s is jealousy
m’s in the future i feel like a prophet
i keep me a rocket ain’t talkin’ bout johnny

[verse 1:money man]
i’m somethin’ like clyde i just need me a bonnie
five years ago used to trap out a hundai
went up to starbucks and got me a latte
used to get mad at my plug was an ese
dropped out of college ain’t writing no essay
but i go mail out a pack n-gg- next day
save the environment i buy the tesla
you got a charger sh-t that car electric
pour out the pint ion even feel romantic
just like my flock i’m one h-ll of a shepherd
she tryna come give me s-xual services
after we f-ck we gon’ get some nourishment
i give the young n-gg- words of encouragement
i take them buds off them plants and i’m servin’ em
n-gg-s they jealous my success is hurtin’ em
i take ha’ clothes off and i get to workin ha’
pull up to traps and we hop out convertables
she give me face and that sh-t was phenomenal
five different color balenci’s they tropical
me cross my homeboys but that is impossible
say sh-t then lurkin’ gone transform
at the dealership and i paid cash for ’em
oldschool i digi the dash boy
ima give you these bullets if you ask for ’em
lil mama with me she lookin’ like cuban doll
feelin like steve urkel louie v overall
thousand p’s sat on the back of a pickup truck
catch a play then call my bm to pick me up

[hook]
i know n-gg-s with biggies but shoot to the kids
i be frequent at flips
shoot you right in yo’ lip
got a thot brand new [?]
they look like some hips
got some nba players i’m servin’ them zips
when she walk in she giving me brain out the whip
got a chocolate b-tch she look like nesquick
for them blue hundreds n-gg-s be desperate
i kept me a red out of oakland and booking narcotics
i feel like young [?] i’m tattin’ my body
exotic smoke got the car that i’m in foggy
i re-up in [?] victorian rocket
yo trap done got worser
you n-gg-s is jealousy
m’s in the future i feel like a prophet
i keep me a rocket ain’t talkin’ bout johnny

- money man lyrics

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