[Money Man] Talkin´ numbers on my phone, realness in my chromosomes Pickin´ up another load, buyin´ gyal a stake and croak
Can´t front ´em ´cause this trap too slow, when bands´ll watch and blow Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him "No" You can´t get caught lackin´ in these streets, you gotta stand on go Many niggas fruity, boy, don´t make me split your cantaloupe Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin´ when they out here dead broke?
[Money Man] Tesla died, switchin´ whips, crypto trap, I double-dip Only stop magazines, we ain´t doin´ after-market clips Shorty got a crazy body, I love her face, I love her hips
Should I take the plug off? Right now, I´m on the fence We gon´ crush our competition, we the wrong ones to go against I know Keisha gon´ be right there if I sit down and I do a stint I can´t say the same for none of these hoes ´cause these hoes temporary I´m pushin´ a Maybach right now, even though it´s January I know lil´ bro´ll never fold, shooter ain´t gon´ never fold Just ´cause it glittered on me, it´s gold, make sure you pay me what I´m owed My trap jumpin´ like a toe, track hawk fuckin´ up the road The price gon´ dump on this coin tomorrow, ´cause right now this shit oversold
Too many strangers out the apartment right now, this is our overload I´m just tryna take the globe, right now, bitch, I´m in that mode Blowin´ up, I might explode, HODO got a whole lotta dip Don´t ever fail more, need them racks, I need ´em pronto
[Money Man & Benny the Butcher] Talkin´ numbers on my phone, realness in my chromosomes Pickin´ up another load, buyin´ gyal a stake and croak Can´t front ´em ´cause this trap too slow, when bands´ll watch and blow Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him "No"
You can´t get caught lackin´ in these streets, you gotta stand on go Many niggas fruity, boy, don´t make me split your cantaloupe (Yeah) Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin´ when they out here dead broke? (Yeah, uh)
[Benny the Butcher] Real niggas inspire me, just pages out my diary I waited for it, finally, it´s my turn, the irony I used to be fed up with this rap shit, entirely (I was done) A few million later, I´m still a menace to society The streets need trappers and these beats need classics And if hate like promotion, I guess my street team rappers (Nigga)
I´m good, you make a call, I make a call, then look out ´cause them bricks comin´ Just be waitin´ outside in the front like your lift comin´, huh We made a few chips, bustingly teachin´ your clip nothing (Nothing) You can´t fool my bitch, she know the Maybach the six-hunnid (Brr) Race for the team, nigga, only was a dream, nigga Money out the streets ain´t the same as a clean million BET Awards show, I was used to court clothes My crib got a courtyard, I´m court-side, just formal My bitch not that regular, my watch not that normal Jewels, I got a half on, mask on like Zorro Every chance, I´ma ball, when my manager call
You know I´m
[Money Man] Talkin´ numbers on my phone, realness in my chromosomes Pickin´ up another load, buyin´ gyal a stake and croak Can´t front ´em ´cause this trap too slow, when bands´ll watch and blow Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him "No" You can´t get caught lackin´ in these streets, you gotta stand on go Many niggas fruity, boy, don´t make me split your cantaloupe Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin´ when they out here dead broke?