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Artiste : Money Man
Titre : Precise
(Taylor Michael, yeah, you goin´ crazy)
(Trauma Tone)
Yeah

She got that body I like

Sent her a ticket, now she on the flight
She hop off the plane, then she come get the pipe
Scammin´, made 50K just in one night
The next day, I spent that shit all on some ice
When I weigh up a turkey bag, it be precise
She wanna motherfuckin´ kick it
Come on, let´s fuck in the kitchen
In the Beverly Center, I´m drippin´

Yeah, yeah, just dropped her off, now she already miss me
I´m never naked, I´m keeping a glizzy
Ballin´ just like the the bubble up at Disney
She throw it back on me just like a Frisbee
She throw it back so good, I bought her Fendi
Her titties perky, she gon´ show her cleavage
Took me some plastic just to swipe in Cleveland
Niggas gon´ hate, they even hate the cheesy

I was just four-fourin´ in some Yeezys
I just copped a Ruger-57, no kizzy, yeah
Fastin´ all night, I´m dizzy, yeah
Bae, I just want your kitty, yeah
I just want motherfuckin´ digits, yeah
Every strain a nigga burnin´ top notch
Lookin´ at the time on the AP bustdown stopwatch
Nigga, I´m the reason why the block hot
I done put the Cash App card in every Pine Hills mailbox
If I get locked up, I´m runnin´ my cell block
I´ma lay the wood down, I´ma make her bed rock
I´ma keep twins with me, two FNs with me
Niggas know I´m stayin´ on point, Spencer Dinwiddie
Sellin´ these bales out a house in Peach Tree City
I just copped a Lamborghini, I ain´t want the 550

Sold a Q, yeah, trap five for the nine-fifty
That is not ´za on your page, it is not sticky
You ain´t never stick shit, nigga, you are not drillin´
We ain´t worried ´bout a lil´ bankroll, we got millions
We ain´t worried ´bout a lil´ car that you postin´ on the ´Gram, nigga, we just cashed out on two Lams
Petty-ass nigga tryna show a nigga three grams
Have my shooter comin´ off the bench with a stick like Lou Will, nigga, he the sixth man

Sent her a ticket, now she on the flight
She hop off the plane, then she come get the pipe
Scammin´, made 50K just in one night
The next day, I spent that shit all on some ice
When I weigh up a turkey bag, it be precise

She wanna motherfuckin´ kick it
Come on, let´s fuck in the kitchen