[Money Man] I took Percs and some Runtz, in LA, got a bunch I just lifted the truck, now these hoes wanna fuck I just walked through the airport with twenty-three bands
Up it fast and they talk to my ho, now they mad I got THC cream, I got oils and dabs I got chemists extracting that shit in the lab My bitch look like Drea, said she got ass You know I´m burning the shots in the gat I get money online, I got digital racks One thousand horses, I like to go fast I got Dior on my fabric and tennises My plug got so many P´s, it feel unlimited Have my lil´ nigga pull up, we not with the gimmick shit Got an illegal broad with H and they trending shit (That boy Cassius)
[Money Man & Peewee Longway] I´m burning on syrup and no, not no breakfast When I´m in LA, I keep me a weapon J Rocket with me, I know that he steppin´
Stomp out that nigga in a pair of Giuseppes Stomp out a nigga in a pair of Balencis The ones with the big bottoms, and they got ridges I took out the plug, I´m burning some bridges I´m buying up guns so you niggas can´t press me I´m feeling like Elvis, I´m feeling like Presley Lil´ nigga, show respect when you address me Just like the wifi, you know I´m connected They look at my pack and they say it´s impressive Took it the same, I can´t make no exceptions If it ain´t ´bout that money, then I´m not receptive Super sellout the flour, they won´t intercept it (Longway, bitch)
[Peewee Longway] Young nigga 50 and tell ´em to step
Step on a brick in a pair of Giuseppes Thirty-six O´s on the Cuban link necklace Forgi´ the coupe and it scoot like the Jetsons I´m on the boot with my Cartier glasses I´m in the trap with the chicken like Gladys You can pull up and get veggie patties She want that meat, Big Daddy´s 3D bezel, big Patty Hundred pack from the West Coast, big trappin´ When the bricks come in, Longway Papi Met the block at the dock with the red Snapple Big capper, yeah, heard he a big capper Get geeked up, used to take two capsules When I´m sitting at the table, we don´t eat breakfast What we doin´? Longway, bitch
[Money Man]
I´m burning on syrup and no, not no breakfast When I´m in LA, I keep me a weapon J Rocket with me, I know that he steppin´ Stomp out that nigga in a pair of Giuseppes Stomp out a nigga in a pair of Balencis The ones with the big bottoms, and they got ridges I took out the plug, I´m burning some bridges I´m buying up guns so you niggas can´t press me I´m feeling like Elvis, I´m feeling like Presley Lil´ nigga, show respect when you address me Just like the wifi, you know I´m connected They look at my pack and they say it´s impressive Took it the same, I can´t make no exceptions If it ain´t ´bout that money, then I´m not receptive Super sellout the flour, they won´t intercept it
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