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money man - quit playin lyrics

[hook]
burnin’ trap canna
got spots in atlanta
i’m ridin’ down
i’m burnin’ on cane
my bl!cks ain’t jam
got six gun cannisters
we indo fam i got atlanta
ridin’ down track, got ten p’s on me

[verse 1]
six different iphones i got easy
bait one, drain one, it’s too easy
futuristic sp+ceship, n+ggas is easy
feds tryin’ to intercept package
100k inside the dresser drawer
that sh+t perfect i swear she ain’t got a flaw
ain’t no flossin’, you know i spit that raw
where i’m from, yeah you know we gon’ break the law
going up on lil fire i want that neck
since he thinks that he tough, i’ma break his neck
aaron rodgers, i’m putting green on the jеt
on the eastside, i be puttin’ on, f+ck thе set
where i’m from, i’m the man, a f+cking legend
gotta keep that sh+t real with my fam and brothers
pushin’ indo go spit that sh+t like a reverend
sticking d+ck in this tall b+tch, she 5’11
i’m the master my number is 27
got the tropical punch for the 27
i got k!llas inside the a i be
n+gga f+ck this music, i be movin’ them units
i roll my sleeves up, i run through ’em
on the call on facetime, ridin’ with the black 9
backhand hit you from the backside
bowlegged charger yeah you cap
n+gga try me, gon’ get his ass capsized
oh you get money, yeah n+gga likewise
me and shorty locked in we got soul ties

i be on the shroom boys i don’t do the perctens
i was in the foreign car trappin’ after days end
i was in the hood havin’
you can get a p for that n+gga quit playin’
you wasnt f+ckin’ with alpha bay quit playin’

still eating hot fries, you don’t know real pain till you see a friend die
i was catching 100 bag plays with a bad eye

rich already, a n+gga ain’t gotta spit rhymes

- money man lyrics

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