Lyrics Money Man – Cookies & Creed

Money Man:
Fuck all my enemies
She ride like a 10 speed
My Haitian gonna bring the trees

I’m hittin’ the bitch with dreams
I’m lowkey, I don’t like a scene
Spendin’ the racks with the team
I swipe until 3
That shit come at 3
I spend a K on a ring
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BC JRoc:
I got blood on my shirt
Got it straight up out the dirt
So when I leave it’s gon’ hurt
Niggas play but I work
You see the pain in my face
I was tryin’ to beat my case
I’m in the grass with the snakes
Niggas just be in the way
I cut em off and got some cake
I can’t let em take my plate
I’m on the block all day
Just to make sure that we straight
So many lies I can feel it’s all hate
She wanna ride and I’m with her all day
I got so many questions about these niggas
How you say you real but you ain’t focused on the skrilla
Your main main got jailed his bitch he tried to hit her
Don’t settle for the peanuts gotta see the bigger picture
If you ride then I’m with ya

Money Man:
Fuck all my enemies
She ride like a 10 speed
My Haitian gonna bring the trees
My sneakers be double g
I’m whippin’ out something expensive
I’m kickin’ shit inexpensive
I got a Jewish sense
I’m in the trap in Balenci’s
I took em off, put on some Fendi’s
She fuck me till I get finished
I’m workin’ out in some Fendi
Catch up to me nigga no pity
Designer on me for eternity
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Please don’t doubt me
I love how you drivin’ with me
I’ma transporter on E
How you get by when I leave
I smell like Cookie’s and Creed
I just left the field of green
’48 came with a bean
I’m whippin’ the car of your dreams