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tgut – moneyman lyrics

[intro: hoodrich pablo juan]
rich hood n-gga, pablo juan n-gga
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga
true story, no lie, three times
let’s go

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
don’t call my phone unless you talkin’ money
my designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
send that b-tch mia, she come back with a tan
that ain’t my b-tch, i leave her to the other man
whip it up, they can’t believe it’s not b-tter man
put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
we shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
f-ck these b-tches and st-tches and fame, i want money man

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
stick on my hip, blue benjamin bankroll like a crip
iced out, i need a quilt
stuck in the slave days with the chains and the whip
am i racist because i like all white bricks?
it’s a chicken race, we see the police and we buyin’ it
new racks, we do not do leases
i got m16’s, ain’t talkin’ ’bout b-tches
my dope bell ringin’, my trap beat
forty gram blunt like the seasons, at the four seasons
f-cked every b-tch since i f-ck ’em and leave ’em
chopper’s a b-tch, i might just start bleedin’
on allah, i got more haters than jesus
complete the puzzle, you ain’t got all the pieces
so much money, take care of auntie and nieces
i f-ck like the energizer, just like easter
i be on the best exotic good reefer

[verse 2: g herbo]
big g herbo, i remember havin’ c0ke and dope
mentally was in the kitchen mixin’ c0ke and dope
i was readin’, writin’ rhymes in my rap book
f-ck around, now i get a book of c0ke a show
i got fans out of indiana, kokomo
bape t’s comin’ straight from out of tokyo
cost a few g’s soon as i walked in the door
cost me two g’s, that’s for my lil fit, you know
what it’s worth i spent a bag on my g-fazos
but i still know how to swag in them penny loafs
gucci, louis, that’s my swag on the really though
saint laurents don’t gotta sag ’cause they fitted, bro

[verse 3: tee grizzley]
b-tch i’ll blow out your brains
y’all n-ggas ain’t gang gang
spent a whole thing on my chain
used to cookin’, bag up ‘caine
i’m on the west, free geewee, that’s my blooda, b-tch
i’m on that east, posted in brooklyn, free them shmurdas, b-tch
i’m in houston with j prince, shout out mob
you gon’ hear ’bout a n-gga gettin’ k!lled if i ever get robbed
b-tch, i ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t tryna slob
platinum sellin’ artist, but i’ll put you on the news
n-gga, that’s on god

- tgut lyrics

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