Lyrics Money Man – Buss Down A Check
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Im having paper these niggas be hating
I be growin’ them flavors
She dropping and motherfucking shaking it
These niggas ain’t worthy
I’m ballin I need me a motherfuckin’ jersey
You beefin’ I’m burpin’ she bent over twerkin’
I’m wakin’ up early I’m weighing and workin’
These niggas be cappin
These niggas be actin’
I’m sitting back laughin’ cause niggas comedians
I don’t show no mercy to nigga who caught me
Cause they think you weak when you too lenient
Dog met that AR I came with the Tesla
I’m beefin’ and runnin’ that money
Steady increasin’ it
I gotta cum she steady releasin’ it
I ice out a arm but they think it’s a crystal
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We trappin we movin’
We went to the top
We came from the sewer
Bitch
I know they hurt inside
I know I hurt they pride
She wanna hop in the ride
Where I’m from you won’t survive
Married money thats my bride
You scheming I can feel the vibe
Loaded choppers on the side
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
My chopper be tactical
My verses be factual
When we fuck she said my dick it feel magical
Came a long way I swear that shit was gradual
Just met the plug out in Cali and Malibu
VVS neck my chain is too valuable
Can’t risk a mid my time is too valuable
Send them hoes after you
My seller powerful ?
It turns out I don’t do what these rappers do
Bitches all natural
Hand is so pretty I’m servin’ the city
The killers be with me
I smoke like a hippie
She touch on my jimmie
This shit is a fully this shit not a semi
I roll up a bag with stuff that these niggas be huffin’ and puffin’
But they won’t say nothin’
They be swearin’ hey finna rob me but they won’t take nothin’
I’m finna slump em’
I hear she be fiendin’
My shoes be the cleanest, so I walk up and gucci expired
I used to sell on the curb, play with me you gettin’ murked
I got a shooter that stay on the lurk
I’m trappin dat work in a Nissan, hoot at his face now he long gone
These niggas ain’t on shit we on, pluggin’ the streets I got long arms
I know they hurt inside
I know I hurt they pride
She wanna hop in the ride
Where I’m from you won’t survive
Married money thats my bride
You scheming I can feel the vibe
Loaded choppers on the side
She want me I can feel the vibe
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
