Lyrics Money Man – Fetish
Text:
Got a bad bitch fetish
Got my old hoe jealous
?
I was on my way from Denver with 100 in a hundo
She gon’ ride me like a biker she gon’ ride like Kawasaki
I’ma glowy up with papi I’ma swerve a Maserati
I be coolin’ with the growers in the Colorado mountains
I got 10 different locations I be switchin’ up my houses
I’ma fuck around and go to 20,000 on the Falcons
I know how to count so nigga really I don’t need accountants
I just want a body I just wanna fuck her on the counter
Thought my last buy was 12 so I made him hit the powder
First she tug a friend and say there go Money Man right there
Now she fixin’ up her hair she wanna come into my lair
I turn an average bitch into a dime and bring her up to standards
I just told my Mendocino plug the shipment to Atlanta
I just lost all my respect for you you hanging with some squares
These Buscemi’s I be rocking cost a nigga a rack a pair
Told my bitch I like the finer things so get the Remy weave
I might walk into your ?
and sell you a brick and leave
Got a bad bitch fetish
Got my old hoe jealous
?
I was on my way from Denver with 100 in a hundo
I be playing with them choppas I ain’t talking helicopters
She gon’ ride me like a biker she gon’ ride like Kawasaki
I’ma glowy up with papi I’ma swerve a Maserati
I be coolin’ with the growers in the Colorado mountains
Dirty money dirty money I ain’t talkin’ bout Colino
I ran up 100,000 then I went and bought a beamer
Back and forth in Arizona ?
got me in a coma
Put a bell inside a rollie drop it off in Oklahoma
Several pound off a hummer boy I’m trappin’ in the future
Nigga I’m a plug like this shit in a computer
I like hit this bitch with the body of a goddess
I can come put you on come and see me with a sign-up
Nigga I’m a narco ?
My nigga too nervous so I think he undercover
I only fuck with family like my cousins and my brothers
The last nigga dead who tried to play me like a sucka
Got a bad bitch fetish
Got my old hoe jealous
?
I was on my way from Denver with 100 in a hundo
I be playing with them choppas I ain’t talking helicopters
She gon’ ride me like a biker she gon’ ride like Kawasaki
I’ma glowy up with papi I’ma swerve a Maserati
I be coolin’ with the growers in the Colorado mountains
I got 10 different locations I be switchin’ up my houses
