paroles de chanson IG Story - Money Man

They lookin' on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave
Any nigga think about robbin' me gon' get put in a grave
I put them P's on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days
So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin' for three days
We on them ARP's with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played
My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades

These niggas bitin', they can't help it
This shit spread just like the plague
In that white 'Vette with the red guts
This shit look like candy canes
Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout
Then go home and laugh
If you can't handle the street life
Then you should've chose a different path
I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab
I just want the neck, lil' mama, come and give me some giraffe

In the yellow Lamborghini, this bitch not a taxi cab
Big Money shoot that stick so good
Them nigga gon' send me in the draft
I done purchased so many handguns, me and FN should collab
I'm with ten hoes in Matsuhisa, pickin' up the tab
Oh, you broke? You need to cop some reefer and dump a couple bags
After I shoot, I toss that blick like Trevor Lawrence with the Jazz
I'm too up, these niggas mad, I'm in Saks Fifth, poppin' tags
My girl been loyal, so I told her

"Whatever you want, bae, you can have"
Damn, she always in the gym, damn, I'm always drainin' Squares
Had to drive that pack myself 'cause niggas started actin' scared
I got 'shrooms, I got flower, pull up on my play prepared
While lil' mama top me off, I'm rubbin' on her baby hairs
I done bought so much LV, the company need to give me shares
She ain't ever gone find another nigga like me, I'm too rare
I got muscles, I keep liftin' all these pounds, my shoulders sore
All my growers love me to death
You know we got a good rapport, let's go

They lookin' on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave
Any nigga think about robbin' me gon' get put in a grave
I put them P's on a train
Them bitches gone be here in three days
So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin' for three days
We on them ARP's with five-inch barrel
That Draco shit is played
My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades

These niggas bitin', they can't help it
This shit spread just like the plague
In that white 'Vette with the red guts
This shit look like candy canes
Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout
Then go home and laugh
If you can't handle the street life
Then you should've chose a different path
I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab
I just want the neck, lil' mama, come and give me some giraffe