Lyrics Money Man – Alien
Text:
Yung Lan on the track
James about that check, boy
My bitch got short hair like Sigourney Weaver
She say she talk to aliens
She said, «I hope that you don’t think I’m crazy»
She don’t want me to leave her
My house is full of narcotics
This lifestyle that I live, illegal
I be on medication, need to have a visitation
Niggas act Chinese, these niggas imitating
I’ma keep the fire on me like I’m incinerating
I be having nightmares of the feds invading
I be having bags in space, people invading
I be on a King bed with queen butt naked
These niggas telling lies, these niggas pump faking
I can see his body shakin’, I can feel the vibrations
He’s about eight and just came and got a trey-eighty
Woo, last night a nigga got abducted by a bad bitch
And I got Dior on my fabric
I just seen a UFO, I turned on the hazards
Damn, her ass fat, know a nigga gotta grab it
Lil’ bae top ten, she way past average
I just wanna make my M’s and live lavish
Pull up in a space coupe to pick up the backend
Too much heartache, went through the Stargate
Never met Batman but a nigga two-faced
Try to ride the waves, but you lil’ niggas too late
Talking to a witch doctor, I’ma do some Ayahuasca
When a nigga in the booth, make sure I’m unbothered
Dead fresh drip like a nigga turned grave robber
Everything up to date, I don’t do late models
Woo, I just want you and nobody else
Addicted to the trap, I might need some help
Paid five-fifty just to fasten this belt
Woo, gotta feel on you, can’t help myself
These niggas selfish just helping they self
Young black nigga, I was acquiring wealth
I be having visions, I be feelin’ real strange
I be having feelings, I be switching up strains
I just hit a bitch two hours, I’m drained
I just seen a unidentified plane
I like my chick with no make up, Plain Jane
Her pussy like the pointers in these Cartier frames
Got a trap spot in the CPN name
I just sold three bags, like to serve, Dwayne Wade
My bitch got short hair like Sigourney Weaver
She say she talk to aliens
But she don’t think no one believe her
She said, «I hope that you don’t think I’m crazy»
She don’t want me to leave her
My house is full of narcotics
This lifestyle that I live, illegal
I be on medication, need to have a visitation
Niggas act Chinese, these niggas imitating
I’ma keep the fire on me like I’m incinerating
I be having nightmares of the feds invading
I be having bags in space, people invading
I be on a King bed with queen butt naked
These niggas telling lies, these niggas pump faking
I can see his body shakin’, I can feel the vibrations
He’s about eight and just came and got a trey-eighty
Album
Money Man – Long Money
