BabyTron - Money Man lyrics

[Intro] It's Bluestrip, baby Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz Okay, ha-ha, yeah (sh*ttyBoyz) [Verse] Each shoe hit for seven hundred, this a stimmy walk Teachers used to tell me shh, now it cost when Jimmy talk Good in the [?] all the opps, I got a Ypsi soft Put the blue strips and dubs down and let the fifties talk b*tch switching sides, her middle name should be "Wishy-Wash" I been jamming chips for five plus, let's have a giffy off Probably knock the plug head off, he try and rip me off Mean-mugging, clutching on the Drac', do not piss me off Yo boys acting real tough for some fake killers Send yo b*tch the 'drop, when she gеt here, have my way with hеr Labels bullsh*tting, how I'm thinking, I need eight figures I don't gotta move a muscle, shout-out to them grave diggers Hoes sneaky than a b*tch, it's hard to hear a snake slither Quarter of the za, a deuce of Wock', these some pain killers Crunch time, you bench warm, I'ma hit the game winner We gon' double back on her, we are not the same spinner Boy, you better use yo brain, don't be thinking with yo heart You know these b*tches play it crazy, they'll leave you in the dark Never did the porch, lil' me was tweaking in the yard .223'll leave him looking like he sleeping off a bar Chain three tone and I came Vlone Did the clerk bold twice then I came 3-0 In a loft OT so I came three hoes Three threats in the morning so I came three poles Walking out the bank, smell like Creed in the House of Dank Medkit cost a couple blues, that's without the Drac' Real pape, you ain't never made the money counter break Finna turn my baller on, it's Wocky in my Powerade Reminiscing 'bout the Runtz, fu*ked around and found my blanks Sometimes I wish all the love came without the hate sh*t talker, specialize in giving hoes the sour face Told the plug I need ten free if he a hour late Came a long way, I charged a hundred for them first verses Reach for this chain? We gon' put him in the earth surface All the pretty loyal b*tches in the world deserve Birkins Yeah, I'm on the road bright and early, hear the birds chirping Balaclava on but my habibi, he prefer turbans Projector on the Beamer, when I skrrt around, the 'Vertte [?] fu*k a rat, all the snitches in the world deserve hearses [?] as hell flirting with yo b*tch, she say my words slurring Never could I fall off as long as it's clerks working Had to ask my last b*tch like, "Really? Was the [?] worth it?" Tryna stop the shine? Must ain't hear that we burn curtains Long sleeve or the widebody when we skrrt-skrrting Unc' flipping oranges, I'm on Apple, finna ship two jacks He calling for his b*tch back, I know I got him pissed I cracked Riding 'round, see an opp and air him up like Fix-a-Flat Zip-tight in this motherfu*ker, this the biggest bag Bro pop black as fu*k, it was a watermelon Crush Hoes staring at the whole gang, bet they let us fu*k Call my eastside b*tch, I guarantee she set 'em up If I go broke, might crash the whip into the FedEx truck My foot on the fu*king gas pedal, I ain't letting up 2021, I'm finna go and get a bezel bust Glock 22, won't wrestle nothing, I got a Dressler tucked He spent his last band at the set to impress some s*uts Told yo ass once in "GameBreaker" 'bout that seven plus Been a money man since middle school, I had my dresser stuffed Boy, it's almost summertime, it's time to turn the pressure up If the BIN hit wherever, I'll pay however much You sweating through that fake drip? Oh, you a must boy, ain't you? You ain't got no pape to eat? Oh, you a hungry boy, ain't you? Six deep in that whip? Oh, y'all some crunchy boys, ain't y'all? And that motherfu*ker old, y'all some rusty boys, ain't y'all? [Outro] Yeah Oh, you a musty boy, ain't you? Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz