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Money Man
Money Man
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Sven Rafael Steenbergen
Sven Rafael Steenbergen
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Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
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(17OnDaTrack) (Figurez Made It) I'm not an Indian, but I be chiefin' I grow that indica and that sativa Took her to the crib, and put her in a sleeper She need her a breather They love me, my prices be cheaper My hundreds blue like a Skeeter These niggas annoyin' just like some mosquitoes She told me, "Go deeper" A street nigga gave me 10 P for a feature He said that I heard all your tapes, I believe ya It's hard to trust people 'cause people so evil I feel like a king, I be feelin' medieval Just put a pound on the passenger seat of the Regal I keep it 1K with my people Don't let these broke niggas mislead you Don't let these fake niggas deceive you She came on my sheets, we fuck to the beat She got that water just like she a beach These niggas groupies just like they a freak My money be neat Ran up that sack, had to buy me some cleats I ride with the stick with the doors off the Jeep We just fuck to the beat, we might fuck on the sheet She came on my sheets, niggas lie through they teeth 50 rounds on me for niggas who deep I do this shit in my sleep Yeah, these niggas be crossin', I'm just gon' off 'em I'm in the growth house just waterin' often I hit lil' mama, she said, "It was awesome" I brought the drum like I'm playin' percussion I got me a rental from Budget These bales that I got, they won't fit inside, so I'ma stuff 'em He turned his back on me, plug droppin' packs on me Knee-deep in loud, I just left out a factory I'm high as hell, I ain't feelin' no gravity Just like a turkey, she gobble, and swallow me Ride with the pack, so I found me a trailer to follow me Niggas gon' die if they think about robbin' me Clientele callin' me, why they keep callin' me? I got the cheapest, I spent 2K on some sneakers in Neiman's She got that ocean, that water, she bad and she gorgeous I drive me some bales back to Georgia Them Ps get imported, I can't be extorted Run up, lil' nigga, the news gon' report it I'm tryna be cordial, these niggas be extra I just caught a play in a motherfuckin' Tesla Stick on the dresser, I'm traffickin' presidents These niggas be tellin', I weigh it and scale it and mail it I'm not an Indian, but I be chiefin' I grow that indica and that sativa Took her to the crib, and put her in a sleeper She need her a breather They love me, my prices be cheaper My hundreds blue like a Skeeter These niggas annoyin' just like some mosquitoes She told me, "Go deeper" A street nigga gave me 10 P for a feature He said that I heard all your tapes, I believe ya It's hard to trust people 'cause people so evil I feel like a king, I be feelin' medieval Just put a pound on the passenger seat of the Regal I keep it 1K with my people Don't let these broke niggas mislead you Don't let these fake niggas deceive you She came on my sheets, we fuck to the beat She got that water just like she a beach These niggas groupies just like they a freak My money be neat Ran up that sack, had to buy me some cleats I ride with the stick with the doors off the Jeep We just fuck to the beat, we might fuck on the sheet She came on my sheets, niggas lie through they teeth 50 rounds on me for niggas who deep I do this shit in my sleep
Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Joseph Nguyen, Sven Steenbergen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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