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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
Peezy
Peezy
Vocals
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Rafmade
Rafmade
Producer
Matt Bosley
Matt Bosley
Producer

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Yeah, yeah Shorty lookin' good in that Chanel, love her hair and nails Scammin' and I'm movin' bells, police want me in a cell Talkin' to my lawyer, fuck a plea, I ain't gon' never tell Made an M from tradin' options, they know I'm the biggest whale Damn, she lookin' sexy in that Marni and she crazy Better get up out your bed and get some money, nigga's lazy Yeah, you been trappin' five years plus, ain't even got a ten Ridin' 'round the city with this glizzy, it's the latest gen' Thick bitch straight from Costa Rica, I just flewed her in Thinkin, 'bout a master plan with all my kin and evil twin Told myself, "When I make an M, I'll never trap again" Took half an M and re'd up and hit the trap again Put a fire inside my partner hand and told him, "Handle business" Movin' all this motherfuckin' weight just like we Planet Fitness Light skin, Brooklyn bitch, in my bed, look like Ice Spice (ice Spice) Binary triggers on my Glock, it's gon' shoot twice (shoot twice) I can get you bud for the cheap, yeah, low price (low price) In my TRS, I'm one deep, but I got four pipes Yeah, two bad hoes, one from Georgia, one from Aspen, yeah Two cell phones full of Custo's, bringing rakies, yeah Nigga tryna jack me, he 'gon die (die) Yeah, these bitches love my drip, they know I'm fly (fly) Let's go Come sign to my label, you get sticks and you get methods Yeah, I need somewhere to shoot, so I buy land somewhere in Texas Yeah, tryna take my chain, don't lose your life over this necklace (yeah) I upped this bitch and squeezed the shit in less than half a second (half a second) My youngins'll catch you lackin' at a church, them boys some heathens I be tearin' up them banks, I drained the Truist and the Regions Nigga, every file I got, got at least a seven fifty Bitch, big money the GOAT, why you think they call me Billy? Let's go Shorty lookin' good in that Chanel, love her hair and nails Scammin' and I'm movin' bells, police want me in a cell Talkin' to my lawyer, fuck a plea, I ain't gon' never tell Made an M from tradin' options, they know I'm the biggest whale Damn, she lookin' sexy in that Marni and she crazy Better get up out your bed and get some money, nigga's lazy Yeah, you been trappin' five years plus, ain't even got a ten Ridin' 'round the city with this glizzy, it's the latest gen' (ghetto) Goyard bag, ain't for fashion, fill these bitches up (what's up?) I'm really up, ain't shit (yeah) to talk about, my lawyer pick me up (my lawyer pick me up) I'm ridin' foreign, I'm tryna dodge a pothole, damn near spilled the cup I'm done with skinny jeans, when I got thirty, it's hard to keep it tucked I might just go buy all my haters shades, they hate to see me up I'm gone, it ain't no keepin' up I fucked her twice, she seen me once (ha!) I'm walkin' out the club right through the back But, I came through the front We snuck that Drakey in through the back for niggas actin' drunk Louis out the catalogue (yeah) My fit ain't come out the mall (nah) LED lights on, see through the fog Your bitch know just who to call I can't buy no hoe no Birkin, this ain't that, bae, not at all (no) Wocky taste like cotton candy, can't stay woke, I'm noddin' off (yeah) Break up with your man, he broke as hell Bitch, I got John Wall (bitch) Bro and 'em pull up just like John Wick, don't have me make the call Got two hundred miles up on the dash, they flick, I'm scratchin' off Shorty lookin' good as hell, I'm tryna -, yeah (I'm tryna) Shorty lookin' good in that Chanel, love her hair and nails Scammin' and I'm movin' bells, police want me in a cell Talkin' to my lawyer, fuck a plea, I ain't gon' never tell Made an M from tradin' options, they know I'm the biggest whale Damn, she lookin' sexy in that Marni and she crazy Better get up out your bed and get some money, nigga's lazy Yeah, you been trappin' five years plus, ain't even got a ten Ridin' 'round the city with this glizzy, it's the latest gen'
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