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letra de fire in the booth - money man

[money man]:
[verse 1]
she got beauty on her like tina
send a robber to the grim reaper
im anti social i dont like people
sold a brick in my wife beater
sold a bale in my wife beater
rockin scarfs like im iranian
jewerly cold like im scandinavian
i hit dat pressure and feel like a alien
ball so hard dat n-gga need a stadium
she was a 7 i had to make her better
i told the doctor make her -ss fatter
i told the grower send 100 more
im gonna reup then i do a show
im talkin strong gas for the low
lil mama wanna me come jump inside
just make 100 thousand for the ride
so many options n-gga can’t decide
dey say my wrist hurt a n-gga pride
rockin versace like [?]
i keep on me like [?]
just put a bale of gas in the porch
you know im ridin round wit the stick
you can’t front me you a b-tch n-gga
baby come n f-ck a rich n-gga

i was in tour and i was still trappin
now the trap conflict wit the rappin
lil shawty bad n-gga gotta have her
i need a bag n-gga gotta have em
[?] while im in the trenches
i see the [?] ferragamo legend
my n-ggas wit the sh-t dey ain’t friendly
i know my enemies wanna end me
just caught a play in gucci side
she se my chain and got mesmerize
i gotta a fetish for gettin money
can’t let a n-gga come n take from me
dis sh-t im spittin come from da soul
i got the african diamonds and the gold
i got a track trailer wit a load in it
take his head and put a hole in it
bought a house and start growin
i love the way lil mama throat in it
crack a seal and pour a 4 in it
[?]
every bad comin over n-gga
feds lookin over my shoulder n-gga
im the type dat gon hussle for
had to use a lil mussle for
i ain’t even tryin to tusk for
imma shoot i ain’t think twice
pray the judge dont give me life
i had to make a major sacrifice
had to sell a lot green and white
if she bad she a n-gga type
she beg me to let her be my wife

i got n-ggas who behind the walls
and i can’t never goin deny dey calls
i got comissary for em all
im strap can’t play with all
im in seatle shoppin up the plug
she say she love cuz she love a thug
it ain’t a secret dat im sellin drugs
im over sober cuz im on the mud
u know im f-ckin with the [?] projects
i got og growin in my closet
these n-ggas f-ggots comin out the closet
i keep on me ain’t scared to pop it
she up on top and she start poppin
i know the federallis probably watchin
im from the slums dat was my only option

- money man

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