Текст песни No Sweat - Money Man

Bought my first bag I was 16
I was in the slums with the OGs
Caught a bad bi she a trophy
Still trappin so a ni low key
I clear off the table and f her on it
She see my d now she jumpin on it
She rode it swell know she comin in it
I′ll take ya lil head and put money on it
Lost my voice af a show had to lip sing
Feeling like curry bought 3 rings
I was locked up I was planning
On starting a grow op and planting
Making sure my ni make canteen
Hit her so long she pulled a hamstring
Future rustic racks on the block chain
Had her screaming so loud n 12 came
Sold a ton of loud I ain't break no sweat
Running up them blues let me catch my breathe
If I ever dropped it on you better bring my check
Yellow gold Cuban and it′s filled with baguettes
I be in the country on atvs
I just muddied up a brand new LouieV tee
Dior my shoes ni look at my feet
We ain't let him in the circle cause the ni to weak

We ain't let him hang around cause the ni to soft
Damn she bad and she fine and her a so soft
41milimeter Rollie got rocks
Cleaning up a stick finna pull up on the opps
Loading up the clip finna spin a ni block
Fends my headband jeans and my socks
Dashing in a foreign you can smell the exhaust
Balmain denim 4 pockets got guap
Lil mama get naked when she come to my spot
In a brand new machine let me drop my top
I was piss poor dawg I was eating on slop
I be reing up with loud I ain′t buying no stocks
When you from the streets dawg you gotta be smart
Use to steal a hotbox and get paid for the parts
Now a boss ni moving up them charts
Shawty picture perfect her body like art
I be selling loud I ain′t talking to a narc
I ain't talking from the neck I be talking from the heart
My weed so strong it made a white boy barf
No spider when I′m talking bout a web that's dark
Yea everyday gotta hit the gun range
Bought my bi a brand new mustang
Shawty real smart give good brain
On a 3 wheeler ni f a mulsanne
But a stick every time I buy a new chain yea
Only gas a ni burn is high grade yea
Have a young ni pushing hydrangeas

Bought my first bag I was 16
I was in the slums with the OGs
Caught a bad bi she a trophy
Still trappin so a ni low key
I clear off the table and f her on it
She see my d now she jumpin on it
She rode it swell know she comin in it
I′ll take ya lil head and put money on it
Lost my voice af a show had to lip sing
Feeling like curry bought 3 rings
I was locked up I was planning
On starting a grow op and planting
Making sure my ni make canteen
Hit her so long she pulled a hamstring
Future rustic racks on the block chain
Had her screaming so loud n 12 came