Money Man - Sacrifice текст песни

Текст песни Sacrifice - Money Man



She pleased to meet my acquaintance
I had to trap out a vacant
Trunk full of luggage, she shake shit
High as fuck, there go a spaceship
Shoot up your lil sister's bank
Her big brother shouldn't have been sheisty
The Gucci jacket kinda pricey
Rocking these chain like a slave ship
Swimmin' in money, I'm bathin'
Spending block, he disrespectful
You out of line, the chopper correct you
You need a bag, I'll UPS you
Turkey bands without a dresser
Twenty stacked all up like notebook
Might drop a song and do no hook
Hoopin' on nigga with no look
You say you plugged in, nigga so what?
Fuck your street cred, I give two fucks
Two eighty-five on the Loub up
It's war time, I'm bout to go suit up
80K just for a new truck
Overseas bitch, I don't understand
Diamonds they straight from the motherland
These ones I'm feelin' on rubber band
Twin with me just like the doberman
30k profile of CP
Quit pushing that weak, that lil cedar
Don't care if my shit ain't on BET
My chain light up like a LED
My stick assemble then mock you out
Big bank will fire, blow your house down
Back 'gainst the wall, I won't bow down
My circle eating, let's chow down
Half a mill on me in Ji-Town
40 P's float up to Chi-Town
All my enemies say fuck me
But them niggas scared to touch
Yeah, chopper with the knife
I'ma win the fight, jewelry shinin' bright
Trappin' out a villa, kickin' shit with killers
Sacrifice a nigga, afterlife a nigga
I can't let it slide, if you try a nigga
Wrap his body nigga, this for real niggas
You ain't invited nigga
Flyin' on them planets, shit a private nigga
Put the torch on you if you don't like it nigga
Yeah, hold up my motherfuckin' AR
Drive the scatpack like a racecar
Record myself, I hit the spacebar
V on my chain prehistoric
I made these lil niggas forfeit
Hit the gas, I'm out of orbit
Knock 'em off, that shit was morbid
This a London, not a Pinto
Migos just gave me a whole load
Your baby daddy a ho-ho
Keep the evil like I'm nymphos
These bitches call me Aladdin
Quit all that motherfuckin' cappin'
Ring on me shining like Saturn
Middle-East Arabic fashion
I lean like the Tower of Pisa
Overseas car, need a VISA
Healthy shit, organic reefer
Ain't got no time for these skeezers
Diamonds they straight from Antartica
Line you up just like a barber
Just re'd-up in Santa Barbara
In Toronto, I need my solitude
Lil mama lose that lil attitude
These bitches out here ain't bad as you
Helped niggas that don't show gratitude
These niggas sweeter than cinnamon
These niggas bitches, they feminine
BC, I ice out the emblem
I used to trap out a hoopty
Fuck that lil ho, she a floozy
Yeah, chopper with the knife
I'ma win the fight, jewelry shinin' bright
Trappin' out a villa, kickin' shit with killers
Sacrifice a nigga, afterlife a nigga
I can't let it slide, if you try a nigga
Wrap his body nigga, this for real niggas
You ain't invited nigga
Flyin' on them planets, shit a private nigga
Put the torch on you if you don't like it nigga



Авторы: Trauma Tone, Milan Modi, Money Man


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дата релиза
08-01-2018




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