Money Man - Amazon Lyrics

Lyrics Amazon - Money Man




What's up with my beat?
This shit goin' crazy
Trauma Tone
I'm whipping this shit, 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
Built like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black, mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invest in the future, make 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 bond
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 jigging, I know this the faster way
Clientele coming, they driving from miles away
Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away
Hit her from the VIP, can you come catch a flight today?
Live to the fullest, I probably can die today
I got that drip like a motherfucking tidal wave
I'm a truth-seeker, so please do not lie to me
Hit from the back, I'ma break off a vertebrae
ATV, I'ma go ride on the dirt today
When we in bed, she gon' drip, she gon' squirt away
Bust me a jug in the coupe and then skrrt 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 acknowledgment
Dropping these gems, got 'em putting on my fellowship
Ain't got no class on them hoes, fuck their etiquette
Damn, she so sexy, she pretty and delicate
I'm whipping this shit, 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
Built like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black, mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invest in the future, make 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 motherfucking mama straight
Disrespect something that I cannot tolerate
Country boy coming to shop with from out of state
We know you soft, nigga, put all that acting tough
Knew you were 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
Gang rocky with me, we whipping a Bentley truck
COVID done hit, so these niggas getting sick as fuck
Stacking all day, now my bank account big as fuck
Two different strains, I'ma blow a bag and mix 'em up
I'm whipping this shit, 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
Built like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black, mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invest in the future, make 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 bond
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 jigging, 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): Tysen Bolding, John A. Carrington, Taylor Michael


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