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letra de gifted (correct) - money man

[verse 1]
imma put my life at risk
i’m take colorado trip
dead blues on me at sissy’s
these n-ggas ain’t worth -ssistin’
silverado truck, lifted
sh-t ain’t gravy ain no biscuit
50 different flavors getting mailed
plug get paid im telling ya
im in la , i seen nipsey
these n-ggas mad i’m gifted
hoppin on a jet
walkin’ up a factory
finna go meet with a hippie
i don’t think i ever p-ssed p-ss test
n-ggas violate they get shirt wet
west chick, loud plug, natalie
real zips yall ain’t having it
these lil n-ggas just babbling
n-gga my girl look dazzling
i sell loud f-ck rap battling

[chorus]
moonrock’s plug speak mandarin
i just started a grow, so im counting
7 racks over there in the chest
you get outta line, have to face it
walk inside the trap spot jewelry lit
laws, slow down now, crippling
vvs’s reel these b-tches hittin
stacking up n-gga, my ceiling
bc like my sentiment
bc n-gga we envision it
i swear these n-ggas so sensitive
dont hate n-gga thats principle
she gone f-ck a n-gga from the go
and she got mad love for me
streets got mad luv for me
these n-ggas act mad funny
re-ing up with a snow bunny, yeah
she gon take a heavy charge for me, yeah
growing up it was very hard for me, yeah
feel like no one love me, yeah (yeah, yeah) yeah

[verse 2]
gas bags or trash bags
i mashed the gas so hard that the lil chick with me
caught whip lash, in high school i used to skip cl-ss
in 10th grade i wanted to hit the teacher who taught a n-gga
in math cl-ss, i swear to god she had a fat -ss
you know imma ride with the souljas
chip on my shoulder, i feel like the chosen one, yeah
my chopper, i like holding guns, yeah
we shoot and get a hole in one
im too 100 so i can’t let you hold none
in miami i got me like four guns
your people squeezin’ like oh nuts
n-ggas police, they need them some doughnuts
need to dial up my number and phone us
you look like someone that i can’t trust
at southwest i was walking in handcuffs
i ain’t cry n-gga i had to man up
that sh-t there should be makin you stand up
i ain’t joking, i dont know no stand up
when i pull out that fire n-gga hands up

[chorus]
moonrock’s plug speak mandarin
7 racks over there ina chest
you get outta line, have to face it
walk inside the trap spot jewelry lit
laws, slow down now, crippling
vvs’s reel these b-tches hittin
stackin up n-gga, my ceiling
bc like my sentiment
bc n-gga we envision it
she gone f-ck a n-gga from the go
and she got mad love for me
streets got mad luv for me
these n-ggas act mad funny
re-ing up with a snow bunny, yeah
she gon take a heavy charge for me, yeah
growing up it was very hard for me, yeah
feel like no one love me, yeah

- money man

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