Текст Money Man – Money Man Perry
Текст:
Little mama got body, little mama got smarts
I took her home and I ripped her apart
Stole a hotbox and I sold it for parts
Already rich, I’ma trap for the art
Ain’t got no Ls, I took 12 on a chase
30K CPN, that came from Chase (WindyGotHits)
I swear you won’t believe how much I made
Ain’t tryna go broke, so I gotta save
Chevron plastic, I swipe for a chain
Then got a BP card and did the same
Where’s the gold credit? I got a free sofa
Then got a little bitch and she bent it over
Can’t let you play me, I’m not a controller
All of these flavors, I’m plug like a motor
She on my dick, got these hoes on my scrotum
I’m on these Runtz and this shit is so potent
Burnin’ on Oreos, no, not the cookies
But I just bust down a bale, it was Cookies
I’m eating lunch with your bitch playing footsie
Thousand pound load, man, that shit was a doozy
Citrus OG, man, this shit tastin’ fruity
She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy
Money Man Perry, my life is a movie
Money Man Perry, my life is a movie
My girl booty juicy, my soldiers salutin’
This OG is fruity, the weed is a hybrid
This car don’t need gas so this car is a hybrid
Lost a partner to violence, that shit had me cryin’
I be always recordin’ so I ain’t got time
That 4×4 truck with the big boy extension
The ESV Escalade, that shit extended
My money be tall, that shit ain’t no midget
My bitch pussy water, she fuck me exquisite
I pull in Teslas, I pull up in Fiskers
I run up that money, I run up them digits
If you not a real one then you look suspicious
She swallow my semen, she say it nutritious
I’m tryna get rich so I hustle relentless
Yeah
I sell weed at my school I ain’t care about no physics
Yeah, yeah
I got hoes from the past textin’, «Tyson, I miss you.»
Yeah
I got friends I grew up with and now they got issues
Yeah
I gotta let that motherfucker breathe, I can keep going but bring that motherfuckin’ hook in
Yeah
Little mama got body, little mama got smarts
I took her home and I ripped her apart
Stole a hotbox and I sold it for parts
Already rich, I’ma trap for the art
Already high, I just smoke for the taste
Ain’t got no Ls, I took 12 on a chase
30K CPN, that came from Chase
I swear you won’t believe how much I made
Ain’t tryna go broke, so I gotta save
Chevron plastic, I swipe for a chain
Then got a BP card and did the same
Where’s the gold credit? I got a free sofa
Then got a little bitch and she bent it over
Can’t let you play me, I’m not a controller
All of these flavors, I’m plug like a motor
She on my dick, got these hoes on my scrotum
I’m on these Runtz and this shit is so potent
Burnin’ on Oreos, no, not the cookies
But I just bust down a bale, it was Cookies
I’m eating lunch with your bitch playing footsie
Thousand pound load, man, that shit was a doozy
Citrus OG, man, this shit tastin’ fruity
She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy
Money Man Perry, my life is a movie
Альбом
Money Man – Paranoia
