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Money Man
Money Man
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John Antonio Carrington Jr
John Antonio Carrington Jr
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Taylor Michael
Taylor Michael
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Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
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I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon Don't need a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds My pockets straight, so I don't need a title pawn Grow my own veggies, my yard is like Callaway Breaking down zaza, I'm selling ten pounds a day Rest in peacе to all my niggas who passed away Internet jugging, I know this thе faster way Clientele coming, they driving from miles away Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away Hit her DM, can you come catch a flight today? Live to the fullest, I probably can die today I got that drip like a motherfuckin' tidal wave I'm a truth-seeker, so please do not lie to me Hit from the back, I'ma fuck up her vertebrae ATV, I'ma go ride on the dirt today When we in bed, she gon' drip, she gon' squirt away Bust me a jugg in the coupe and then skirt away Car push-to-start, I do not have to turn a key If you kill me, they gon' wipe out your family tree Finna take over, but I had to plan this shit Put her through college, I got my own scholarship Dropping these hits, but I don't get acknowledgement Dropping these gems, gotta put on my fellowship Ain't got no class or no motherfuckin' elegance Damn, she so sexy, she pretty and delicate I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon Natural high, I do not have to medicate Me and my Glock got a bond, we don't separate Financial money course, sit down and educate Go do a drill on the opps and then celebrate Go do a drill on the opps just to demonstrate Ran up that bag, now my motherfuckin' mama straight Disrespect something that I cannot tolerate Country boy coming to shop way from out of state We know you soft, nigga, quit all that acting tough Knew you was broke 'cause your money ain't adding up I'm in the traphouse, I'm bagging some zaza up Do what I want, nigga, I do not give a fuck J Roc, he with me, we whipping a Bentley truck COVID done hit, so these lil' niggas sick as fuck Stacking all day, now my bank account big as fuck Two different strains, I'ma motherfuckin' mix 'em up I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon Don't need a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds My pockets straight, so I don't need a title pawn Grow my own veggies, my yard is like Callaway Breaking down zaza, I'm selling ten pounds a day Rest in peace to all my niggas who passed away Internet jugging, I know this the faster way Clientele coming, they driving from miles away Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away
Writer(s): John Carrington, Taylor Michael, Tysen Bolding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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