Lyrics Live Sum Mo - Money Man

Trauma Tone
Let's go (Zaytoven)

Put you on this crypto shit three years ago
Heard his shit is streamed a lot, but really I ain't feel it, though
Hit my plug and told him I ran out, he need to send some more
My young niggas bloodthirsty, they just wanna shoot and drill some more

He ain't got no common sense, he green, he need to live some more
He ain't got no muscles, he too weak, he need to lift some more
After readin' Samson and Delilah, I can't trust a hoe
Yeah, these prices high, but this shit strong, I won't adjust 'em, no

Think about your kids when we got smoke, 'cause they gon' miss they father
Major labels blowin' up my phones, I keep rejectin' offers
Italian frosted, got the band, we just met up at Carrabba's
Feds sendin' snitches at me, we just call 'em secret shoppers

Hit my partners on the phone and told 'em all to tighten up
Go and get some money, put some work in, nigga, wisen up
I just went and got a bustdown Patek, had to brighten up
Ain't no more size 13 Dior's in the store, I bought 'em up

We gon' make examples out of niggas who don't pay us back
Merchants love my plastics 'cause they know they never chargin' back
Sent my lil' vibe to the store, she brought me 50 vegan wraps
Everybody plant-based in this ho, this here a vegan trap

He ain't independent, I'd rather feature with his CEO
Just to catch some plays, I went and cashed out on a GTO
It's too much money in circulation, what the fuck you sleepin' for?
If you ain't takin' care of your kids, then what the fuck you breathin' for?

If she don't fuck me extra good, then what the fuck I need her for?
She kept gettin' on my nerves, so I had to let her go
Told her, "You look better when you natural, go and rock the fro'"
If you Circle, then it's love, you know your prices extra low, let's go

Put you on this crypto shit three years ago
Heard his shit is streamed a lot, but really I ain't feel it, though
Hit my plug and told him I ran out, he need to send some more
My young niggas bloodthirsty, they just wanna shoot and drill some more

He ain't got no common sense, he green, he need to live some more
He ain't got no muscles, he too weak, he need to lift some more
After readin' Samson and Delilah, I can't trust a hoe
Yeah, these prices high, but this shit strong, I won't adjust 'em, no