Lyrics Money Man – Exotic Freestyle
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Exotic exotic exotic
Exotic exotic exotic
Exotic exotic exotic
I be at home alone
I be seein all suspicious my dead homies
All these blue hundreds all these 20’s
Nigga got dead homies
I was dead wrong when I hit my plug
But the nigga went broke
So I took a nigga bud
They don’t wanna help you out
They don’t wanna see you grow up
Always selling out of gas
I can never sell enough
I be lustin’ for your body
We can never fuck enough
Lost a couple potnas to the federal employees
Baby I’m a boss how the fuck can you employee me
I ain’t had no money that condition it was temporary
Hit her from the back
I ain’t tryna do no missionary
I can see the M’s
So I’m feeling like a visionary
All these big words
Damn they think I read the dictionary
Damn her body too crazy
New coupe 280
(Woooohooooooo)
Christian Loubs on my feet
Yeah them multicolor new joints
When you in the trap boy you better be on point
If you come with a group I’m killin’ y’all homeboy
Nothin’ but foreigns be in my envoy
Undisputed champ
Niggas lie on Ptroy
Bought my bitch a G Wagon
She so appreciative
Told my lazy potna gone get you some initiative
Nosy ass bitch why the fuck you so inquisitive
I just talk to Ralo on the phone
Ima visit him
Don’t pull up to the trap unannounced
No visitors
I don’t know where your lips been girl I’m kissin’ ya
Ima unzip these Amiri’s I’m just diggin’ ya
She don’t need a shovel
I can tell that she digging me
Sold her 20 bags and the driver say she bless me
Told my ‘ol lady shut the hell up don’t stress me
Open up the Lambo door for chivalry
Lil nigga they don’t want smoke like hickory
Roof disappear on the coupe it’s a mystery
She ain’t got a stomach no more the doctor handled that
Ima put ’em up myself Ima handle that
85 racks in the Louis V fanny pack
Chillin’ in the trap with the pounds playing piddy pat
Exotic exotic exotic
My clientele purchase exotic
I blow exquisite exotic
Exotic exotic exotic
Exotic exotic
Exotic exotic exotic
Exotic exotic exotic
Whole load of Runtz straight from the manufacturer
Ima crack the bitch back just like a chiropractor
I just bought 5 acres
I just purchased me a tractor
Whole lot of bad hoes find me attractive
I just went trapping round the world wide atlas
I don’t wanna be famous nigga
Might quit rapping
Punch in the mouth lil nigga quit yapping
Everything designer I ain’t talkin’ bout graphics
Stuff a nigga exotic in a dark brown package
Ima have a bad bitch receive it and grab it
Lone wolf nigga I don’t trust these maggots
Go and get some money be a man quit slackin’
(Wooohooohoooo)
Jumped off the porch then had to make it happen
Just like a turtle yeah nigga be snappin’
Read these niggas I feel telepathic