Money Man - Game lyrics

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Money Man - Game lyrics

I’m getting s**t with the gang yeah Ballin’ like we starrin’ in an NBA game That b*tch bad with the hella name Got ten peas on the coffee table That’s a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I’m Lil Baby F*ck a man in the middle baby I’m pickin’ buds like I’m pickin’ cotton The b*tch bad and she .. Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 peas on brown yield Then another 50 on Thompson Heel 21 That’s a good deal I like 4 count on fed field I like 4 count twelve field. .. .. .. .. If I were you then I would f*ck with me I got that s**t for the dirt cheap I gave a lil n***a a dirt nap She ride a n***a like a dirt bike I seen a pound for the first time Fell In love at first sight She let me hit her on the first night I drove with the pack three days on the highway Tryin’ to make it back to the destination I’m bossin’ up ship it to a secret location Forgot to water all the plants and f*cked up 30k worth of weed man I’m ballin’ like I’m in the league man .. movers on the leave man Rock a turban like a Pakistan Put cheese on your head like a packers fan. I’m getting s**t with the gang yeah Ballin’ like we starrin’ in an NBA game That b*tch bad with the hella name Got ten peas on the coffee table That’s a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I’m Lil Baby F*ck a man in the middle baby I’m pickin’ buds like I’m pickin’ cotton The b*tch bad and she .. Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 peas on brown yield Then another 50 on Thompson Heel 21 That’s a good deal I like 4 count on fed field Ilike 4 count twelve field. Pickin’ bud Sippin’ bud Hit it once and she done fell in love Give me 20 minutes meet me at the sale The mom wet like a wishin’ well It’s a whole lot we don’t need to clock em’ What’s to know keep the Glocks on em’ Harvest Season I’ma keep growin’ F*ck 12 I’ma keep goin’ Back it up and she keep throwin’ it High tech I’ma keep pullin’ it She mad at me I ain’t hit her back Bulletproof .. Drop a mixtape back to back Got twins with me I’ma hit em’ both at the same time Did a show and called a play at the same time. We ballin’ like we starrin’ in an NBA game That b*tch bad with the hella name Got ten peas on the coffee table That’s a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I’m Lil Baby F*ck a man in the middle baby I’m pickin’ buds like I’m pickin’ cotton The b*tch bad and she .. Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 peas on brown yield Then another 50 on Thompson Heel 21 That’s a good deal I like 4 count on fed field I like 4 count twelve fielddd.