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letra de money man - babytron

[intro]
it’s bluestrip, baby
ayy, sh-ttyboyz
okay, ha-ha, yeah (sh-ttyboyz)

[verse]
each shoe hit for seven hundred, this a stimmy walk
teachers used to tell me shh, now it cost when jimmy talk
good in the [?] all the opps, i got a ypsi soft
put the blue strips and dubs down and let the fifties talk
b-tch switching sides, her middle name should be “wishy-wash”
i been jamming chips for five plus, let’s have a giffy off
probably knock the plug head off, he try and rip me off
mean-mugging, clutching on the drac’, do not p-ss me off
yo boys acting real tough for some fake k!llers
send yo b-tch the ‘drop, when she gеt here, have my way with hеr
labels bullsh-tting, how i’m thinking, i need eight figures
i don’t gotta move a muscle, shout-out to them grave diggers
hoes sneaky than a b-tch, it’s hard to hear a snake slither
quarter of the za, a deuce of wock’, these some pain k!llers
crunch time, you bench warm, i’ma hit the game winner
we gon’ double back on her, we are not the same spinner
boy, you better use yo brain, don’t be thinking with yo heart
you know these b-tches play it crazy, they’ll leave you in the dark
never did the porch, lil’ me was tweaking in the yard
.223’ll leave him looking like he sleeping off a bar
chain three tone and i came vlone
did the clerk bold twice then i came 3-0
in a loft ot so i came three hoes
three threats in the morning so i came three poles
walking out the bank, smell like creed in the house of dank
medkit cost a couple blues, that’s without the drac’
real pape, you ain’t never made the money counter break
finna turn my baller on, it’s wocky in my powerade
reminiscing ’bout the runtz, f-cked around and found my blanks
sometimes i wish all the love came without the hate
sh-t talker, specialize in giving hoes the sour face
told the plug i need ten free if he a hour late
came a long way, i charged a hundred for them first verses
reach for this chain? we gon’ put him in the earth surface
all the pretty loyal b-tches in the world deserve birkins
yeah, i’m on the road bright and early, hear the birds chirping
balaclava on but my habibi, he prefer turbans
projector on the beamer, when i skrrt around, the ‘vertte [?]
f-ck a rat, all the snitches in the world deserve he-rs-s
[?] as h-ll flirting with yo b-tch, she say my words slurring
never could i fall off as long as it’s clerks working
had to ask my last b-tch like, “really? was the [?] worth it?”
tryna stop the shine? must ain’t hear that we burn curtains
long sleeve or the widebody when we skrrt-skrrting
unc’ flipping oranges, i’m on apple, finna ship two jacks
he calling for his b-tch back, i know i got him p-ssed i cracked
riding ’round, see an opp and air him up like fix-a-flat
zip-tight in this motherf-cker, this the biggest bag
bro pop black as f-ck, it was a watermelon crush
hoes staring at the whole gang, bet they let us f-ck
call my eastside b-tch, i guarantee she set ’em up
if i go broke, might crash the whip into the fedex truck
my foot on the f-cking gas pedal, i ain’t letting up
2021, i’m finna go and get a bezel bust
glock 22, won’t wrestle nothing, i got a dressler tucked
he spent his last band at the set to impress some sl-ts
told yo ass once in “gamebreaker” ’bout that seven plus
been a money man since middle school, i had my dresser stuffed
boy, it’s almost summertime, it’s time to turn the pressure up
if the bin hit wherever, i’ll pay however much
you sweating through that fake drip? oh, you a must boy, ain’t you?
you ain’t got no pape to eat? oh, you a hungry boy, ain’t you?
six deep in that whip? oh, y’all some crunchy boys, ain’t y’all?
and that motherf-cker old, y’all some rusty boys, ain’t y’all?
[outro]
yeah
oh, you a musty boy, ain’t you?
ayy, sh-ttyboyz

- babytron

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