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Money Man - Botox (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Lyrics

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You know it's Croptober Every bag way over One day the turnover Just like I'm Samuel, you know I'm Deeboin' These niggas too standard You better get motion You know it fair 'cause it still got the dew on it Who want it? Deep in the west where's it's no signal No roamin', we growin', we clonin', we fannin', we sellin' I put a bullet in him because he stealin' Really dispensin' this top shelf expensive Come see it, come whiff it, these Amazon hit These Asians, thеse hillbillies got me so tipsy It snuck up on mе, baby, now I can feel it Got the methods, but I need the check to reveal them My bitch got a fluffy, I bought her some Persian My music too valuable, I can't give out verses Yeah Pound after pound, resident turfs Pick up your bitch and then take her to Turks Matter fact, take your bitch to the grow spot The smell leakin' out your nose, it got the block hot When I catch plays, you know I got the blick out Young ins with me, they just wanna dole out My car from the future, this bitch is a robot Cross niggas over, you know I can globetrot Glock on my lap, this bitch not in the glovebox L.A. bitch servin' me PC like botox L.A. bitch with the piece, killer Griselda Hopped in the van and go spin with the fellas China man say he got bubba, it's outdoor I just want endo, don't give me no cheap smoke Bigger than life, nigga, I'm the Machismo Yeah, plug in Nevada That pack be providin', I'm trippin I'm drivin', but fuck it, we ridin' Like fuck consequences 'cause I'm on that timing I need new designer, I need me some diamonds Out in Denver, I snatched up a load in the Bronco This bitch from Toronto, she love my bravado This here an AP, I don't do no Movado My chain is a ten and my bitch look like Latto We fuck in my condo, we fuck in my penthouse You not tryna cop no weed, you gotta get out I'm uppin' my ticket, my za is too flavorful Glock with the beam, bitch, I pull up and laser you I'm not a trick, bitch, fuck do you take me for? Big Money P, no, I can't wife a whore (yeah) Pound after pound, resident turfs Pick up your bitch and then take her to Turks Matter fact, take your bitch to the grow spot The smell leakin' out your nose, it got the block hot When I catch plays, you know I got the blick out Young ins with me, they just wanna dole out My car from the future, this bitch is a robot Cross niggas over, you know I can globe trot Glock on my lap, this bitch not in the glovebox L.A. bitch servin' me PC like botox L.A. bitch with the piece, killer Griselda Hopped in the van and go spin with the fellas China man say he got bubba, it's outdoor I just want endo, don't give me no cheap smoke Bigger than life, nigga, I'm the Machismo
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