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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Moneyman lyrics


Feat : TGUT & Tee Grizzley & G Herbo

[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 butter
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 butter
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]
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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 butter
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 butter
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

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