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letra de time - money man & trigga500k

[intro: trigga500k]
(reece, take em’ to church)
uh, uh

[verse 1: trigga500k]
i buy lv trainers when i’m bored, me and my n-ggas on one accord
she tap my jack whenever you gone, it’s safe to say that she ain’t yours
this trap sh-t runnin’ through my veins, know all the junkies know my name
i never go against the grain, i’m leavin’ the same way that i came
i might go brabu, kick the wagon, i done fell in love with designer fashion
25k for a brick of flock, the smell be bustin’ out the plastic
money ain’t change me ’cause i’m used to it, y’all n-ggas just started havin’
gotta be rich to f-ck with me, broke hoes be comin’ with too much baggage
real is right, these n-ggas ain’t havin’ more, gotta keep that back door closed
i went yellow gold for the f-ck of it, this winter, i’m goin’ froze
can’t f-ck with shawty if he told, hate tatter tellers with a passion
i was cut from a different cloth, n-gga, we are not the same fabric
nah, for real

[verse 2: money man]
don’t need no chain for validation, i’m bl!cked up in any situation
black and white coupes like segregation, b-tch, don’t listen, i’m separatin’
‘fore i tail out, lay it down on the sword, leave a b-tch-ass n-gga in the morgue
we the ones pullin’ these n-ggas chords, we the ones buyin’ out half the stores
tyler, virgil, i’m mix-collectin’, expensive vuitton i’m overdressin’
tryna find buyers, i’m sellin’ pressure
on the shrooms while my thoughts collectin’
on the yacht chillin’, this sh-t ain’t it in me, rather hit the gym and then go get fitted
rather hit the gun store and cop a bl!ck, come and shoot for the kid, come enlist
i ain’t got time for none of these b-tches, i’m too busy, countin’ these ms
n-ggas be snakey, n-ggas be foul, so i cut off half my friends
vision was blurry, i was a loo, then i went and chrome hearted my lens
started trappin’, made it happen, turned my honda into a benz
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of these hoes, i’d rather go hustlin’ count some ‘cho
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of these shows, i’d rather go up and serve some ‘bows
b-tch can’t tell a n-gga nothin’, better let that ho go, n-ggas cuffin’
f-ckin’ up my ozone, zooties puffin’
you won’t let that pole blow, n-ggas bluffin’
n-gga play, gon’ get his face reconstructed
bae, i’m gettin’ money, so f-ck seduction
ride around with that k, that russian
n-ggas better wait, i don’t like rushin’ (let’s go)

- money man trigga500k

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