Lyrics Money Man – Westbrook
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Made her orgasm, now she coming
I just want a plug who got cheap numbers
Riding in a Vette, doing donuts like Dunkin’s
Riding in a Ghost, my car got summoned
Nigga, I’ma shark, these niggas be guppies
I’ma drop the price for all my buddies
All the plays got my pockets real chubby
I was in school, had weed in my cubby
Ride round the city juug car in the cutty
Exotic bags coming by the God damn dozen
Polluting my soul, my cup be muddy
Hop out shooting, watch these niggas get to ducking
And I got chips like motherfucking Ruffles
Green from the Westbrook, nigga, no Russell
Bae, you look good in them got damn tights
You the type of bitch I’ll fuck all night
I’m the type of nigga that trap all night
I’ma trap ’til I see daylight
Shawty so bad, she the girl of my dreams
Ticket so low met the plug of my dreams
And I got online million dollar schemes
Colorado Mountains, I be playing with skis
Niggas ain’t know about playin’ with T
Them swipe cards, diamonds swimmin’ and cheese
Running to the racks, nigga, I’m in the lead
Rolling up pressure in a fronto leaf
Swipe and let me get a iPhone X, please
Then I’ll resell for some of them, peep
Then I go reinvest it in them P’s
Probably just interested in racks
I’ma bend her over and hit her from the back
I was broke as hell I was living in a shack
NFL money, now a nigga got a sack
These niggas lame, no Tierra, they wack
Niggas, they be dirty, they’ll shoot you in the back
I’ma aim the FN at a nigga cap
Re-up in these desert had to learn to use a map, yeah
Fuck me good girl, you can get a purse
Give me one second, let me eat this Perc’
Lost three packs, but it could’ve been worse
Bad country bitch and I think she a nurse
Bad city bitch, she a real big flirt
Twenty for a show, better know my worth
Been through it all, you don’t know my hurt
Made her orgasm, now she coming
I just want a plug who got cheap numbers
Riding in a Vette, doing donuts like Dunkin’s
Riding in a Ghost, my car got summoned
Underarm kush, smell musty like a onion
Nigga, I’ma shark, these niggas be guppies
I’ma drop the price for all my buddies
All the plays got my pockets real chubby
I was in school, had weed in my cubby
Ride round the city juug car in the cutty
Exotic bags coming by the God damn dozen
Polluting my soul, my cup be muddy
Hop out shooting, watch these niggas get to ducking
And I got chips like motherfucking Ruffles
Green from the Westbrook, nigga, no Russell
Clean-ass nigga, my money be dirty
And you know a nigga stay fresh like Doug E
10K fit, hell nah, I ain’t ducking
I ain’t going for it, lil’ nigga, I’m bustin’
Grew up in the hood, yeah, nigga had it rough it
Overnight a car, yeah, nigga, I’ma rush ya
I was broke as hell, I was riding in a bucket
Now every bitch I come across fucking
Red Roof Inn, I served three niggas
Ran too fast and I had to take a picture
Every year a nigga get more and more richer
Eating real good, my bitches got thicker
Had to get the penthouse over on Brickell
And I’m busting bails down at the La Quinta
Bought a S6 for my lil’ sisters
Love these cars, I’ma run it up quicker
Album
Money Man – Paranoia
