Money Man - Ain't Ya Friend Lyrics

Lyrics Ain't Ya Friend - Money Man



I ain't swag for this motherfucker
Juice me up, OJ
Every nigga ain't yo' friend and most these bitches for the street
I twist hybrids up in papers, you can keep 'em swisher sweets
How you turn your back on me when I had needed you the most?
I took risks, I loaded up them bags and took 'em coast to coast
White folks see my TRS and be like, "Damn, that bitch is clean"
Every day, I hit the gun store and I buy more magazines
We make sure that we don't miss, we ain't tryna waste no rounds
I can't sell these boys here local 'cause I get more outta town
You was the man durin' COVID, dawg, but now you broke as fuck
This .50 cal', it got some weight, it's kinda hard to pick it up
I told cuz, "Go hit the range, don't come home 'til your aim is right"
Late at night, I'm clutchin' on the scar, it got the scope in sight
If you was real, then you wouldn't put all of your bidness on the 'net
She gave me head while I was drivin', I had almost caused a wreck
Took the profit off a play and called the Cuban and Patek
My plug had told me, "Check the mail," he sent that pack to my address
She want rich sex, so I fucked her at the top floor of the Ritz
For my birthday, I told my girl, "I want a new Glock .26"
Finna go and take a grower off, who tryna come assist?
He tried to race me and he dodgin', he got left in the abyss
I'm really out here sellin' spoilers, fuck, I look like bein' on Twitch?
You out the loop if you ain't scammin' the system, go and find a glitch
Sometimes I like to hop on beats and pour my soul out and vent
She had fucked me good as hell, so I decided to pay her rent
Every nigga ain't yo' friend and most these bitches for the street
I twist hybrids up in papers, you can keep them swisher sweets
How you turn your back on me when I had needed you the most?
I took risks, I loaded up them bags and took 'em coast to coast
White folks see my TRS and be like, "Damn, that bitch is clean"
Every day, I hit the gun store and I buy more magazines
We make sure that we don't miss, we ain't tryna waste no rounds
I can't sell these boys here local 'cause I get more outta town



Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Branden Henderson


Money Man - Red Eye
Album Red Eye
date of release
17-03-2023



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