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letra de 24 (remix) - money man

[intro]
(yo, nflated, spice that b-tch up)

[chorus: money man]
burnin’ on lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
r.i.p. kobe bryant, r.i.p. 24
i can make a cool 50k in less than twenty-four hours
ridin’ with the pack through the tennessee mountains
vpn, socks, and at least three routers
i’ma thumb through it, i don’t need no counter
had to resuscitate a b-tch, my neck almost drowned her
i got oil, i got hemp, i got wax, i got flower
burnin’ on pre-roll, finna go to pluto
drippin’ real hard when i’m hoppin’ out two-door
i just met a psychedelic plug named hugo
thirty laptops in my motherf-ckin’ condo
white collar diamonds, n-gga ballin’ like lonzo
these n-ggas overrated like joe flacco
feelin’ like jim jones, n-gga, i’m a capo
i’ma flip a rolls-royce, i’m feelin’ like pop smoke

[verse 1: money man]
banana cream cake in my motherf-ckin’ hemp wrap
if i don’t like the smell, then the pack get sent back
if i don’t like his energy, i push a n-gga sh-t back
making hash oil, listening to bank, big facts
making hash oil, listening to scream, big facts
all that sl!ck talkin’ finna get a n-gga kidnapped
gelonade got a n-gga finna go and lift off
i’ma empty out the magazine when i’m p-ssed off
i’m on that wedding pie, it got me geeked
my b-tch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
i drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
i’ma hit from the rear, i wan’ grab her obliques
i ain’t got time in the day for my females be mad at me
internet racks, i’ma run it up rapidly
she know i’m vicious, i’m f-ckin’ her savagely
she know i get racks, she know my mentality
grew up in the trap watching kobe yam on a n-gga
pull up in the porsche, yeah, the pan’ on a n-gga
yeah, pull up in the dodge, yeah, the ram on a n-gga
anybody try, yeah, i’ma blam on n-ggas
i’m the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines
turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline
i was over drippin’, i should start my own clothing line
got two jits, dawg, i’ll die for both of mine
i ain’t never satisfied ’til my money increase
f-cked up the profile, too many inquiries
they be low-key hatin’, i can hear ’em whispering
all these baguette chains, you can see ’em glimmering
had to make a u-turn, i just seen a roadblock
i ain’t playin’ no games, i ain’t sparin’ no opps
it’s a full moon now, so i’m burnin’ moon rock
livin’ off schemes, why is he on tip-top?

[verse 2: lil baby]
a1 zone 4, i’m feelin’ like rocko
big, big spender, take a jet to morocco
i got pretty women showin’ titties like i’m flacko
i came in a hard top, i’m still in the drop, though
i can make the charts drop whenever i wan’ drop somethin’
i can give my big bro a dime, he’ll pop somethin’
these n-ggas not real slime, they imposter
i know that my opps somewhere now playin’ possum
i come from a different type of cloth, we don’t gossip
p-ssy n-gga actin’ like it’s up, we’ll chop him
she diggin’ the rocks in my ear, i’m a rockstar
come from out the trenches, gettin’ paid like a popstar
i be sellin’ weed by the p like a rasta
who was in the car? only me and a chopper
i can make they heart stop if i decide to pop up
i can make a million every month and don’t drop nothin’
i found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit, uh
pilot say it’s smellin’ like weed in the c-ckpit
i done made a quarter this week in huaraches
top model with me tryna feed me hibachi
i done got too much to lose, i’m cautious
i done ran it up, i got sixteen watches
which one i’ma drive? i got sixteen options
hoppin’ out thirty clip, bangin’ 4 pockets

[outro: money man]
burnin’ on lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
r.i.p. kobe bryant, r.i.p. 24

- money man

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