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Security Measures
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Security Measures fue publicado el 8 de abril de 2026 por Black Circle / EMPIRE como parte del álbum Break The Rules Or Stay Broke
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Fecha de lanzamiento8 de abril de 2026
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM72

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Money Man
Money Man
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Producer

Letras

[Intro]
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
[Chorus]
I'm puffin' on terps, this out the oven
I'm trappin', you **** is clubbing
My turkey bag filled up with muffins
My car is a gas guzzler
I hand off a bag to a customer
Sorry, lil' bae, I ain't love you
Sorry, lil' bae, I ain't trust you
The bank keep changin' security measures, damn, I gotta adapt
My phone is acting funny today, damn, it might be tapped
I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed
I cut her off, no, I'm not sorry 'cause she had got too attached
[Verse 1]
I had a dream, my bitch was cheatin', I broke up with her on the spot
My plug was playing, he tried to short me, I robbed him right on the spot
Ain't putting my faith in no human, I'm putting my faith in this Glock
Since **** is nosy, I'ma go up and give them **** something to watch
My guns is real, but I be telling the police these is props
I told the label I need ten mill', I gotta few moms and pops
**** just sittin' around watching IG, they lazy, they some slobs
We pullin' up back-to-back drops
We climbin' our way to the top
I'm looking up socials, gettin' real freaky with numbers, there go a file
She bad as hell, I cannot pull out of her, I gave her a child
He anxious, he want some 'za from me, I pulled up and sold him a pound
My youngins hurtin', I gave em a drop, they pulled up and laid him down
I'm wipin' out ATM's for every dollar they can dispense
It's me against the world, damn, I feel like 50 Cent
These **** talkin' too much, but they account ain't havin' a drop
I'm SpaceX with this schemin' shit, I'm runnin' through unions to a box
[Chorus]
I'm puffin' on terps, this out the oven
I'm trappin', you **** is clubbing
My turkey bag filled up with muffins
My car is a gas guzzler
I hand off a bag to a customer
Sorry, lil' bae, I ain't love you
Sorry, lil' bae, I ain't trust you
The bank keep changin' security measures, damn, I gotta adapt
My phone is acting funny today, damn, it might be tapped
I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed
I cut her off, no, I'm not sorry 'cause she had got too attached
Written by: Money Man
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