Lyrics Money Man – Handle Bars
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She tryin’ to ride like she holdin’ no handlebars (yeah)
These shooters and trappers they fill up my entourage (yeah)
My closet probably got muscles and sneaker (yeah)
The streets they be talkin’ but watch who you speakin’ on
When I go around em’ I just camouflage
Like a backpack without a lot of cross
I need to buy a track that got some Bitcoins
And make some Bitcoins got good swipes at a good price
100k that’s a good night
Nigga play around and it’s good night on sight
She tryin’ to ride like she holdin’ no handlebars (yeah)
These shooters and trappers they fill up my entourage (yeah)
My closet probably got muscles and sneaker (yeah)
The streets they be talkin’ but watch who you speakin’ on
She tryin’ to ride like she holdin’ no handlebars (yeah)
These shooters and trappers they fill up my entourage (yeah)
My closet probably got muscles and sneaker (yeah)
The streets they be talkin’ but watch who you speakin’ on
I fuck with Chinese hackers who be dodgin’ trackers
When I go around em’ I just camouflage
Like a backpack without a lot of cross
I need to buy a track that got some Bitcoins
And make some Bitcoins got good swipes at a good price
100k that’s a good night
Nigga play around and it’s good night on sight
She tryin’ to ride like she holdin’ no handlebars (yeah)
These shooters and trappers they fill up my entourage (yeah)
My closet probably got muscles and sneaker (yeah)
The streets they be talkin’ but watch who you speakin’ on
She tryin’ to ride like she holdin’ no handlebars (yeah)
These shooters and trappers they fill up my entourage (yeah)
My closet probably got muscles and sneaker (yeah)
The streets they be talkin’ but watch who you speakin’ on
I fuck with Chinese hackers who be dodgin’ trackers
When I go around em’ I just camouflage
Like a backpack without a lot of cross
I need to buy a track that got some Bitcoins
And make some Bitcoins got good swipes at a good price
100k that’s a good night
Nigga play around and it’s good night on sight
She tryin’ to ride like she holdin’ no handlebars (yeah)
These shooters and trappers they fill up my entourage (yeah)
My closet probably got muscles and sneaker (yeah)
The streets they be talkin’ but watch who you speakin’ on