Lyrics Money Man – Quick To Judge
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Niggas quick to judge and they don’t know what I done been through
Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil
My bitch super bad she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu
Balenci’s now but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian’
My chick she got that drip she look like she just left the runway
Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae
On Gelatto 41 You know it’s in a hemp wrap
Come and take yo’ little sack you know that we won’t give it back
Versace damn the Dolce boy you know my outfit mismatch
First time I hit Cali’ I had found a plug on WeedMaps
I just want relations bae I ain’t tryna offend you
I ain’t tryna be yo patna’ I ain’t tryna ‘friend you
Call up all my ops and told em It ain’t shit to end you
Heard yo past was broken yeah I hear you Kinda fragile
She ask me did I swipe I said A nigga might dabble
ATM’s in different states A nigga might travel
High rise in the city so you know I’m living rent free
I can’t be a hoe. I’ll never let a nigga pimp me
I ain’t wanna hurt her so I turned her down gently
She say that she’s a Savage so I went and bought her Fendi
She not with the police but she wanna come and frisk me
When you tryna run it up You Gotta be consistent
This’ an EPIDEMIC. I’m a nation wide enigma
Gotta get them racks at all costs I got follow through
I want commas If you ain’t about it I won’t talk to you
Make them digits go up niggas thought it wasn’t possible
Pull up in that Vette with the horses now I’m dusting you
All they do is fibulate so how can I put trust in you
I don’t think you understand bae How much I lust for you
Niggas quick to judge and they don’t know what I done been through
Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil
My bitch super bad she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu
Balenci’s now but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian’
Walking out of Tiffany’s with Tiffany and Crystal
My chick she got that drip she look like she just left the runway
Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae
On Gelatto 41 You know it’s in a hemp wrap
Come and take yo’ little sack you know that we won’t give it back
Versace damn the Dolce boy you know my outfit mismatch
First time I hit Cali’ I had found a plug on WeedMaps
I just want relations bae I ain’t tryna offend you
I ain’t tryna be yo patna’ I ain’t tryna ‘friend you
Call up all my ops and told em It ain’t shit to end you
Heard yo past was broken yeah I hear you Kinda fragile
