G Herbo - Moneyman lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] It's Hood, n***a [?], know what the f** goin' on, n***a True story, no lie, three times Let's go [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money My designer shoes in my closet a hunned Send that b**h MIA, she come back with a tan That ain't my b**h, I leave her to the other man Whip it up, they can't believe it's not bu*ter Put the four in the twenty, we call it that muddy We shoot with the chopper, make them do the running man These b**hes [?] and fame, I want money man [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] This stick on my hip new Benjamin bankroll like a crook Iced out I need a [?] Stuck in the slave days, stay with the chains and the whip Am I racist because I like all white bricks? It's a chicken race, we see the police and we [?] arrest We do not do [?] I got M16's Ain't talkin' about [?] my dope bell ringin' my trap, B Forty gram blunt like the seasons, at the four seasons f**ed every b**h since I f** 'em and leave 'em [?] is a b**h, I might just stop [?] On Allah, I got more haters than Jesus Leave the puzzle, you ain't got all the pieces So much money, take care of auntie and nieces I f** like the Energizer, just like Easter I be on the best [?] the good reefer [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money My designer shoes in my closet a hunned Send that b**h MIA, she come back with a tan That ain't my b**h, I leave her to the other man Whip it up, they can't believe it's not bu*ter Put the four in the twenty, we call it that muddy We shoot with the chopper, make them do the running man These b**hes [?] and fame, I want money man [Verse 2: G Herbo] b**h, G Herbo, I remember havin' coke and dope [?] was in the kitchen mixin' coke and dope I was re-writin' rhymes in my rap book f** around and now I get a book of coke a show I got fans out of Indiana, [?] Fake tees comin' straight from out of Tokyo Lost a few G's soon as I walked in the door Cost me two G's next time I leave [?] What it's worth I spent a bag on my G [?] Still know how to swag in the penny loafs Gucci, Louis, that's my swag on the really though Saint Laurents don't gotta sag 'cause they fitted, bro [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money My designer shoes in my closet a hunned Send that b**h MIA, she come back with a tan That ain't my b**h, I leave her to the other man Whip it up, they can't believe it's not bu*ter Put the four in the twenty, we call it that muddy We shoot with the chopper, make them do the running man These b**hes [?] and fame, I want money man [Verse 3: Tee Grizzley] b**h I'll blow out your brains Y'all n***as ain't gang gang Spent a whole thing on my chain Used to cookin' bag of 'caine I'm on the west, free [?], that's my blooda, b**h I'm on the east, posted in Brooklyn, free them Shmurdas, b**h I'm in Houston with J Prince, shout out Mob You gon' hear 'bout a n***a gettin' k**ed if I ever get robbed b**h, I ain't tryna talk if you ain't tryna slob Platinum sellin' artist, but I'll put you on the news, n***a, thats on God [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money My designer shoes in my closet a hunned Send that b**h MIA, she come back with a tan That ain't my b**h, I leave her to the other man Whip it up, they can't believe it's not bu*ter Put the four in the twenty, we call it that muddy We shoot with the chopper, make them do the running man These b**hes [?] and fame, I want money man