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Artiste : Money Man
Titre : Influential
(Keezy runnin´ up the bag, boy)

I can´t lie, I´m influential
Might just take off temperamental
Had them youngins call me Flippa

Fuck these hoes, ain´t sentimental
Got the bag, I made it triple
Charge ´em, bussin´ down the center
Split them racks right down the middle
Evil thoughts, Dracs´ and Glocks
Pounds of Percs, all in the spot
Lil´ bro and them keep serving Fent´, they made it hot
Should I go to court today? Maybe not
How you make it this far? I had to pray a lot
When I´m ´round the police, I don´t say a lot

My white floor look like Oscar Reeves
My black bitch look like Jayda Cheaves
She love to come, do birds and bees
I´m traffic and transportation fees
Had to tat´ my back and sleeves
I fuck with the takers but fuck the thieves

That stick and compact is all I need
They love to follow, I took the lead
Damn, her body influential
Never lack, I keep a pistol
Killers they´ll shoot up your vigil
Louis, compliments of Virgil
Cemented, all I know is murder, for real
I´ll kill a burglar
Fly as fuck inside the Givenchy, I might just experience turbulence
I´m clutchin´ ´cause I´m paranoid, last night I read The Art of War
If you broke, what you talkin´ for?
Told the circle whatever´s mines is yours
Love the way she make it clap
Love the way she throw it back
She said, "Hold the Range controller"
I said, "Bae, I´m ready for it"

Micro dose, it keep me goin´
I can feel my blood flowin´
On that vegan Oreo, I can feel my brain flowin´
Me and J-Rod chainsmoke
Move or he´ll bust your head open
Take some drugs to calm me down, I got PTSD
I´m a king so bend a knee
I work hard, ain´t nothin´ free
We gon´ shoot them niggas flee
Paid eight hunnid for the fee
At the Gallows´s straight from Bree
They know Money Man a G

I can´t lie, I´m influential
Might just take off temperamental
Had them youngins call me Flippa
Fuck these hoes, ain´t sentimental
Got the bag, I made it triple

Charge ´em, bussin´ down the center
Split them racks right down the middle
Evil thoughts, Dracs´ and Glocks
Pounds of Percs, all in the spot
Lil´ bruh and them keep serving Fent´, they made it hot
Should I go to court today? Maybe not
How you make it this far? I had to pray a lot
When I´m ´round the police, I don´t say a lot