money man - steelo lyrics
[chorus]
they know my steelo
trappin’ eatin’ hot cheetos
in my pocket four kilos
get yo sh-t deebo’d
my jewelry deep froze lord
walk in tear the booth up
ain’t with no b-tch scoot up
my gas make you throw up
my dough raise the roof up (lord)
bought a money machine it from syria
i had to go shine out all my peers
they tryin’ to give me the rico (huh)
they need to make da weed legal (yeah)
always look out for your people (yeah)
balmain jeans these not evisu
[verse 1: money man]
you can’t walk a mile in these christian loub’
ain’t got sh-t to lose, ain’t got sh-t to prove
i got gas to move i never f-ckin’ snooze
my n-ggas shoot the stick just like they shootin’ hoops
you wanna catch a hole don’t make no sudden moves
got b-lls of octane it’s steady comin’ through
treat you like a deer n-ggas huntin’ you
money the only thing made me comfortable
baby girl i can fall in love with you
poof be gone i done seen enough of you
i brought scope where the f-ck you runnin’ to
sittin in the crib i’m steady havin’ visions
the amount of days i was cookin’ in the kitchen
n-ggas penny pinchin’
n-ggas snakes they hissin’
say you got the loud let me see the picture
double decker time i’m bout to roll 2 swishers
never cross a n-gga f-ck it off a n-gga
all that broke talk you done lost me n-gga
gotta keep these f-ckin’ hundreds off of me n-gga
i be puttin’ robins in the coffin just like [?] finna come and copy
rocking all my ice when i’m chilling in the lobby
berkin’ 20k when i be going shopping
always in the trap i’m never club hoppin’
[chorus]
they know my steelo
trappin’ eatin’ hot cheetos
in my pocket four kilos
get yo sh-t deebo’d
my jewelry deep froze lord
walk in tear the booth up
ain’t with no b-tch scoot up
my gas make you throw up
my dough raise the roof up (lord)
bought a money machine it from syria
i had to go shine out all my peers
they tryin’ to give me the rico (huh)
they need to make da weed legal (yeah)
always look out for your people (yeah)
balmain jeans these not evisu
[verse 2: bc jroc]
she like to suck it so deepthroat
get your sh-t took call it repo
life is a game ain’t no cheat code
i see the fake through the peep hole
i got the stick in my trench
i fill you with holes like a fence
she said she can’t see through my tint
we blowin’ this money like vents
she fell in love with the g-code
i pop a perc i’m in beast mode
i keep a shooter no free throw
can’t waste my time with no freak hoes
i’m tryin’ to stack up my ends
i’m deep in the water no fins
this money keep tumblin’ in
these n-ggas’ll f-ck up your plans
i fell in love with the streets
but do i remember the beef
when n-ggas couldn’t even go to sleep
now cut on the lights you can see
yeah i’m on the block like a street pole
hiding a zip in my peacoat
n-ggas so scary won’t see smoke
we blow up your spot like a c4
[chorus]
they know my steelo
trappin’ eatin’ hot cheetos
in my pocket four kilos
get yo sh-t deebo’d
my jewelry deep froze lord
walk in tear the booth up
ain’t with no b-tch scoot up
my gas make you throw up
my dough raise the roof up (lord)
bought a money machine it from syria
i had to go shine out all my peers
they tryin’ to give me the rico (huh)
they need to make da weed legal (yeah)
always look out for your people (yeah)
balmain jeans these not evisu
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