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Money Man – R.I.P. XXX

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Текст Money Man – R.I.P. XXX

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(Damn)
They just killed X, I can’t be next
Try to threaten my life
They just hit me with a text

So I put em in a jet
With every strap I own
Did this shit on my own
RIP to my nigga who gone
Ain’t tryna be famous like Dex
RIP X, Pull up yo address
I slide with a Tec, in the morning who next
I don’t have no regrets
Bullets go through your flesh
I’m protecting my check
Imma Flood the Patek, my son head on my chest
We gon burn the connect
They gone fear and respect me
Had to learn to be deadly
I got green like the jets team
Got her wet like a jetski
I got ice like I’m Gretzky

I don’t play the radio
No I’m not Gretzky, I ain’t go to college dog, so why you wanna test me
Bout to take me some ecstasy
Just to try out some X
And I hate it
Its a pet peeve of mine
Nigga’s do anything to shine
Seem like everyday people dying
Seems like everyday Momma’s crying — Yeah

All that talk don’t impress me, so please come address me
Niggas engage in jealousy, I got plenty of weaponry
Better spread yo legs now
Just so she heard me now, I know they feelin’ me now
I know they hearing me now, can’t let em gun me down
I keep a lot of rounds, I sold a lot of pounds (Ooooh)
1500 my shoes, nigga wanna take my jewels
Sticking to the strap like glue, yeah that nina my baby
I know niggas that hate me, I’ma keep the stick on me daily
These lil niggas so crazy, life and my posse crazy
Just did a show in Dade, sorry lil mama no dating
These niggas foul they flagrant’, These niggas trying my patience
Credit card plug Oasis, all blue hundreds I’m making it
Me and my niggas adjacent, gettin’ in the beef we straighten it
Yeah

They just killed X, I can’t be next
Try to threaten my life
They just hit me with a text
So I put em in a jet
With every strap I own
Did this shit on my own
RIP to my nigga who gone
Ain’t tryna be famous like Dex
RIP X, Pull up yo address
I slide with a Tec, in the morning who next
I don’t have no regrets
Bullets go through your flesh
I’m protecting my check
Imma Flood the Patek, my son head on my chest
We gon burn the connect
They gone fear and respect me
Had to learn to be deadly
I got green like the jets team
Got her wet like a jetski
I got ice like I’m Gretzky