paroles de chanson $ MAN - KR!

When I wake up I'm getting to the money
When I get sleepy, I'm getting to money
When I go to sleep, I'm still getting to the money
You not though broke ass nigga

(Bitch I'm the money man, I hit my money dance I got a big ass bag full of rubber-bands, I Don't want you I'm wanting the other friend)

Yeah gang, gang no bap (Hahaha)
Slatt
Slatt
Slatt

Bitch I'm the money man, I hit my money dance
I got a big ass bag full of rubber-bands, I don't want you I'm wanting your other friend
I came from the bottom going straight to the top
That ladder get shaky I need me a Glock, switch, nines, and FN's
We keep it loaded don't ask me no questions

I keep it solid won't be beef 'bout a hoe
If you don't keep it solid we kicking yo' door
I keep a bag, bag, bag y'all niggas be sad, sad, sad
They said I was whispering, bitch can you hear me now?
I got a large amount I went and stretched it out
I cut all that, "slatt, slatt, slatt" bitch I'm rapping now
I been with Kei, think I'm finally start trapping now
I sold a 3.5 to a white lady think she was pregnant finally have her a crack baby
I don't sell G's only a three and a half
Don't be running up fucking with me
I feel like a real deal slime and I'm talking YSL
Cause I really be pushing that P
I'm throwing up B's but I really be banging and hanging with niggas that throwing up C's
I'm quick with the switch light him up like a [?]
I see plenty red I ain't talking bout Hunt's
I'ma work on this tape have it out in a month
OG Tahoe cookies, smoking on runts'
Got to get what I can so I keep me a scale
I'ma narrator from the stories I tell
He scared of me so I put it in the mail
All of y'all fake niggas y'all finally fail

(Bitch I'm the money man, I do my money dance I got a big ass bag full of rubber-bands, I don't want you I'm wanting the other friend)
(Bitch I'm the money man, I do my money dance I got a big ass bag full of rubber-bands, I don't want you I'm wanting the other friend)

Bitch I'm the money man, I hit my money dance
I got a big ass bag full of rubber-bands, I don't want you I'm wanting the other friend
I came from the bottom going straight to the top
That ladder get shaky I need me a Glock, switch, nines, and FN's
We keep it loaded don't ask me no questions

(Bitch I'm the money man, I do my money dance I got a real big bag full of rubber bands I don't want you I'm wanting your other friend)