paroles de chanson Fuckery - Money Man
Listen
here
lil
nigga
I
ain′t
even
finna
play
with
you
right
now
That
ain't
what
we
finna
do
We
ain′t'
finna
let
shit
slide
We
ain't
got
no
options
we
finna
win
Just
put
a
ten
on
my
lil
homie
lawyer
She
not
a
dime
she
a
quarter
Heard
your
man
song
it
was
boring
to
me
Hatin′
on
nigga
that
corny
to
me
That
type
of
nigga
that
foreign
to
me
I
sell
them
P′s
accordingly
Turn
ya
lil
hood
into
rubby
You
shouldn't
have
been
on
that
fuck
shit
Hit
the
gas
then
they
abduct
me
Quit
pillow
talkin′
with
these
bitches
Niggas
nosey
tryna
listen
Miami
drink
on
me
glistenin'
Gotta
be
smart
can
you
bang
though
Ice
on
my
wrist
like
I′m
chained
up
No
OG
ain't
no
one
train
us
Invested
a
lot
and
I
came
up
Quit
all
the
fuckin′
comparisons
Ain't'
nobody
going
harder
Trap
out
a
SRT
charger
Thank
god
I
made
it
out
That
money
not
hanging
up
Wising
up
you
can
play
me
now
My
car
belong
on
the
racetrack
Shot
at
his
cousin
that′s
payback
Mailing
these
P′s
on
da
doormat
'69
marrow
a
throwback
(yeah)
Young
niggas
they
all
look
up
to
me
Can′t
fuck
with
ya
you
ain't
go
up
with
me
OG
say
they
all
fuck
with
me
I
told
my
BM
she
stuck
with
me
Them
hunnids
keepin′
me
company
Bout
to
go
swipe
out
a
company
(uh)
Quit
all
that
motherfuckin'
fuckery
(yeah,
yeah)
They
buy
a
medical
drug
from
me
(uh,
yeah)
These
bitches
fallin′
in
love
with
me
(yeah,
yeah)
You
need
an
army
to
fuck
with
me
Grow
God
lil
mama
come
pray
to
me
She
wait
in
line
so
patiently
I
probably
let
honey
deals
We
loading
them
sticks
so
courageously
I
got
that
bracelet
from
Egypt
My
wrist
paraplegic
She
in
Victoria
Secret
We
fuckin
she
started
weepin'
I
swear
that
money
completed
I
heard
your
single
it
cheesy
These
niggas
bitches
believe
me
Fuck
all
the
daughters
I'm
winnin′
Trauma
man
is
the
beginnin′
I'll
bring
yo
life
to
a
ending
Hit
the
pedal
plug
the
engine
I
trap
in
the
jungle
with
apes
Dispensary
say
you
a
fake
I
swear
these
niggas
so
fake
Behind
your
back
they
gon′
hate
Not
she
not
Ricki
She
wet
as
a
lake
I
rerock
a
brick
and
drop
me
a
tape
Shut
the
fuck
up
when
the
boss
talkin'
These
are
Balmains
I
don′t
rock
Robins
These
niggas
cuffin'
they
cock
blockin′
Shout
out
to
my
mother
fuckin'
swiper
We
fuck
until
we
get
tired
I
fucked
her
but
I
do
not
like
her
I
steady
looking
for
buyers
I
see
the
hate
through
a
visor
Clean
out
the
money
then
dry
it
I
smashin'
all
opposition
It
ain′t
hard
to
see
we
winnin′
It
ain't
hard
to
see
we
get
it
Quit
all
that
motherfuckin′
fuckery
(yeah,
yeah)
They
buy
a
medical
drug
from
me
(uh,
yeah)
These
bitches
fallin'
in
love
with
me
(yeah,
yeah)
You
need
an
army
to
fuck
with
me
Grow
God
lil
mama
come
pray
to
me
She
wait
in
line
so
patiently
I
probably
let
honey
deals
We
loading
them
sticks
so
courageously
I
got
that
bracelet
from
Egypt
My
wrist
paraplegic
She
in
Victoria
Secret
We
fuckin
she
started
weepin′
1 Sacrifice
2 Performance
3 Internet
4 Hotspot
5 Change
6 17
7 Keep It Cool (feat. Bc Shooter)
8 Fuckery
9 Flower Pots
10 Fake Frieends
11 Horsepower
12 Isis
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