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letra de amazon - money man

[intro]
(taylor michael, you goin’ crazy)
(trauma tone)

[chorus]
i’m whippin’ the ship, my car extraterrestrial
drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
my chick, she bad and confused, she bis-xual
stars in the wraith got it looking celestial
thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
my vibe is black mixed with arab and mexican
invested in futures, made millions from amazon
r.i.p. nip, i be burning on marathon
don’t need a bat, but i hit her like barry bonds
my pockets straight, so i don’t need a title p-wn
grow my own veggies, my yard is like callaway
breaking down zaza, i’m selling ten pounds a day
rest in peacе to all my n-ggas who passed away
internet jugging, i know this thе faster way
clientele coming, they driving from miles away
told my plug hurry up, i need it right away

[verse 1]
hit her dm, “can you come catch a flight today?”
live to the fullest, i probably can die today
i got that drip like a motherf-ckin’ tidal wave
i’m a truth-seeker, so please do not lie to me
hit from the back, i’ma f-ck up her vertebrae
atv, i’ma go ride on the dirt today
when we in bed, she gon’ drip, she gon’ squirt away
bust me a jugg in the coupe and then skrrt away
car push-to-start, i do not have to turn a key
if you k!ll me, they gon’ wipe out your family tree
finna take over, but i had to plan this sh-t
put her through college, i got my own scholarship
dropping these hits, but i don’t get acknowledgement
dropping these gems, gotta put on my fellowship
ain’t got no class or no motherf-ckin’ elegance
d-mn, she so s-xy, she pretty and delicate

[verse 2]
natural high, i do not have to medicate
me and my glock got a bond, we don’t separate
financial money course, sit down and educate
go do a drill on the opps and then celebrate
go do a drill on the opps just to demonstrate
ran up that bag, now my motherf-ckin’ mama straight
disrespect something that i cannot tolerate
country boy coming to shop way from out of state
we know you soft, n-gga, quit all that acting tough
knew you was broke ’cause your money ain’t adding up
i’m in the traphouse, i’m bagging some zaza up
do what i want, n-gga, i do not give a f-ck
j roc, he with me, we whipping a bentley truck
covid done hit, so these lil’ n-ggas sick as f-ck
stacking all day, now my bank account big as f-ck
two different strains, i’ma motherf-ckin’ mix ’em up

[chorus]
i’m whippin’ the ship, my car extraterrestrial
drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
my chick, she bad and confused, she bis-xual
stars in the wraith got it looking celestial
thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
my vibe is black mixed with arab and mexican
invested in futures, made millions from amazon
r.i.p. nip, i be burning on marathon
don’t need a bat, but i hit her like barry bonds
my pockets straight, so i don’t need a title p-wn
grow my own veggies, my yard is like callaway
breaking down zaza, i’m selling ten pounds a day
rest in peace to all my n-ggas who passed away
internet jugging, i know this the faster way
clientele coming, they driving from miles away
told my plug hurry up, i need it right away

- money man

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