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spur willy - i'm da man lyrics

[introduction: w-lly jones]
new money, new money
fell in love with that new money
yeah i got trappin a hundred an rappin
remixin them diamonds 200 my dad-

(r-remix gang b-tch)

[hook: w-lly jones]
i’m trappin an traffican
illegal packagin
in these designer pants
i want me a lotta cash
you broke nig won’t understand
a young n-gga with a plan
b-tch i’m the man, b-tch i’m the man
b-tch i’m the man, b-tch i’m the man
b-tch i’m the man, b-tch i’m the man
b-tch i’m the man, b-tch i’m the man
b-tch i’m the man, b-tch i’m the man

[verse 1: kool]
okay, call me young lottery
you think i’m a twitter page how these hoes follow me
y’all ain’t get no cheese y’all lactose intolerant
my pockets extra healthy cos i’m all about my broccoli
swiss cheese or frame real ranger like some furniture
my name hold weight high risk like a murder
say ya gettin cash shawty i ain’t never heard of ya
trap house bean jays comin an i’m servin em
i talk guap cos that’s all i know
man money an kush yea that’s all i blow (i blow)
got 20 bricks waitin on 10 more
sell em 18 a piece that’s a whole five-fo

[verse 2: w-lly jones]
new money, new money (new money)
fell in love with that new money
yeah i got trappin a hundred an rappin-
new money, new money (new money)
fell in love with that new money
new money, new money
fell in love with that new money
yeah i got trappin a hundred an rappin-
new money, new money (new money)
fell in love with that new money
yeah i got trappin a hundred an rappin
remixin them diamonds 200 my dad
that little boy sh-t an i run it
that chopper can’t take nothin from me
my young n-gga strapped like that army
that shooter to shooter
an robber to robbers
y’all n-gga don’t want that problem
they ain’t got no paper to solve em
been had my ways to the top look
they gunnin my ways to revolver
the does on the spot evolvin
b-tch i’m the man
selfmade
i came up with a plan to get myself paid
an it worked out
trap house o move the work out
trap b-tch to pick the work up
an i ain’t felt lost since i came up

- spur willy lyrics

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