Money Man Flow
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I hop in the booth and then I press record I put the truth in the verse and the chorus I don’t need a pencil, I don’t need to write it She want me to strike it, want me to record I let her watch it and then I delete it I’m going up, they gone wanna deplete me If I was Mexican they’ll try to deport me Might think I’m a bitch but don’t try to extort me Won’t shop for the bitch, I can not be extorted Might shop for brick just to go and export it One button on the whip, it’ll go into sport Ain’t pay much for the fit, but I’m sill gonna sport it I need a cougar to come in and spoil me You not a cougar if you are not 40 Might got a ruger, I might got a 40 I am not rude, baby, I got some manners. I got respect for the hoes and the dancers You can’t be with me, you smoking that cancer Put that shit out ‘fo you give yourself cancer Ain’t been to Philly, but I think I’m the answer Got all of these bucks, but none of em got antlers, I’m feeling like Santa Been schooling these niggas like I was a chancellor Sheen (She ain’t) wanna listen so I had to cancel her I control her heart like cardiovascular I got a plug and now I’m rocking Christians Came up in church, I came up as a Christian Started smoking loud, it’s so loud you can hear it Move from religion, and got w/ the spirits Most people hear a spirit and they fear it I hear a spirit and I try to listen Gotta change the subject just so you’ll listen Want my diamonds blinging, want my diamonds glistening Want my diamonds nasty, want my diamonds pissin Tryna make her nasty and she starting to listen But she too damn classy she ain’t really with it Told her I respect all of her decisions I’m scared of my dreams ‘cuz they looking like visions I’m tryna get ate, I just want the mouth from you Wasn’t talking dates when I said I want out with you Keep a moneybag, I’m a money man Want them yellow diamonds Call em suntan, give me suntan Wooah, give me something, baby I hop in the booth and then I press record I put the truth in the verse and the chorus I don’t need a pencil I don’t need to write it She want me to strike it, want me to record I let her watch it and then I delete it I’m going up, they gone wanna deplete me If I was Mexican they’ll try to deport me Might think I’m a bitch but don’t try to extort me Won’t shop for the bitch, I can not be extorted Might shop for brick just to go and export it One button on the whip, it’ll go into sport Ain’t pay much for the fit, but I’m sill gonna sport it I need a cougar to come in and spoil me You not a cougar if you are not 40 Might got a rugger, I might got a 40 I am not rude, baby, I got some manners Get straight to the point like a fresh pack of tacks Didn’t have to get in the streets and that’s facts But I know the streets like the back of my hand My dawg stealing from me, I’m cutting his paws off The pump was too long so he went got the sawed-off I heard you the one that was tipping the laws off And girl you the one, baby go’on take yo drawers off I might kiss it baby, I might lick it baby Hold up, you never thought What you undressing for Put ya damn clothes on, you fvckin up the Ozone I’m blowing on O’s, I’ll put you in a O-Zone A room full of hoes, come pull up to the hoe-zone Can’t get up my nose, you know that is a no-no That boy too cold, in a cup, in a froze-zone Ferbo Jack Frost give a damn what you thought Ian counting yo pockets, don’t care what you bought Don’t you say what you seen Don’t you say what you saw And I’m cooking up, ain’t have to cook up the raw Cooking up, ain’t have to cook up the raw Cooking up, ain’t have to cook up the raw Cooking up, cooking up, ain’t have to cook up the raw Ain’t have to cook up the raw, yea I treat that bitch like a fish, uh-huh I put my hook in her jaw I hop in the booth and then I press record I put the truth in the verse and the chorus I don’t need a pencil I don’t need to write it She want me to strike it, want me to record I let her watch it and then I delete it I’m going up, they gone wanna deplete me If I was Mexican they’ll try to deport me Might think I’m a bitch but don’t try to extort me Won’t shop for the bitch, I can not be extorted Might shop for brick just to go and export it One button on the whip, it’ll go into sport Ain’t pay much for the fit, but I’m sill gonna sport it I need a cougar to come in and spoil me You not a cougar if you are not 40 Might got a rugger, I might got a 40 I am not rude, baby, I got some manners
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