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letra de ig story - money man

[chorus]
they lookin’ on my ig story, they just tryna ride on my wave
any n-gga think about robbin’ me gon’ get put in a grave
i put them p’s on a train, them b-tches gone be here in three days
so much dirty money, i swear that i been countin’ for three days
we on them arp’s with five-inch barrel, that draco sh-t is played
my b-tch so s-xy, d-mn i love her, she do no makeup with shades
these n-ggas bitin’, they can’t help it, this sh-t spread just like the plague
in that white ‘vette with the red guts, this sh-t look like candy canes
pull up and light your block up with that blackout, then go home and laugh
if you can’t handle the street life, then you should’ve chose a different path
i can talk to any plug, i guess i got the gift of gab
i just want the neck, lil’ mama, come and give me some giraffe

[verse]
in the yellow lamborghini, this b-tch not a taxi cab
big money shoot that stick so good, them n-gga gon’ send me in the draft
i done purchased so many handguns, me and fn should collab
i’m with ten hoes in matsuhisa, pickin’ up the tab
oh, you broke? you need to cop some reefer and dump a couple bags
after i shoot, i toss that bl!ck like trevor lawrence with the jazz
i’m too up, these n-ggas mad, i’m in saks fifth, poppin’ tags
my girl been loyal, so i told her, “whatever you want, bae, you can have”
d-mn, she always in the gym, d-mn, i’m always drainin’ squares
had to drive that pack myself ’cause n-ggas started actin’ scared
i got ‘shrooms, i got flower, pull up on my play prepared
while lil’ mama top me off, i’m rubbin’ on her baby hairs
i done bought so much lv, the company need to give me shares
she ain’t ever gone find another n-gga like me, i’m too rare
i got muscles, i keep liftin’ all these pounds, my shoulders sore
all my growers love me to death, you know we got a good rapport, let’s go
[chorus]
they lookin’ on my ig story, they just tryna ride on my wave
any n-gga think about robbin’ me gon’ get put in a grave
i put them p’s on a train, them b-tches gone be here in three days
so much dirty money, i swear that i been countin’ for three days
we on them arp’s with five-inch barrel, that draco sh-t is played
my b-tch so s-xy, d-mn i love her, she do no makeup with shades
these n-ggas bitin’, they can’t help it, this sh-t spread just like the plague
in that white ‘vette with the red guts, this sh-t look like candy canes
pull up and light your block up with that blackout, then go home and laugh
if you can’t handle the street life, then you should’ve chose a different path
i can talk to any plug, i guess i got the gift of gab
i just want the neck, lil’ mama, come and give me some giraffe

- money man

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