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letra de just left memphis - money man

[chorus]
i’m down in memphis , my glock got extensions
my bm she trippin, she think im laid up with a mistress
but really im trappin hard selling these skittles
i want a lot , i dont want just a little
my b-tches they bad and they very conceited
my plug tried to tax me, im feeling mistreated
i told my lil n-ggas to go head and eat ’em
lil mama say that she love me so deeply
[?] that sh-t look creepy
bad b-tch from south haven, said she wanna please me
mixtape in 4 hours this sh-t too easy
dreads and the beard got me looking like jesus
sell you a bag of og in some yeezy’s
just caught a play up a gotti, sh-t privé

[verse 1]
she love my pipe i be laying it down
walk in the kitchen and weigh up a pound
get face in the booth, cause it help me create
i dont talk or debate, i just aim at your face
sorry lil shawty we can’t go on dates
knew he was shiesty, it wrote on his face
push up on us thats a deadly mistake
just hit the sh-ll fish and swiped for a plate
silverback money im just like a ape
he called for a feature, he really want bags
i did him verse and he purchased some bags
lil bih from v-live she throwing that -ss
yes i was destined to go get some cash
so much hate inside yo heart why you mad at me
feel like a quarterback , hoes tryna tackle me
burning on wedding cake, defying gravity
went to the bronx, im concealing my fn
yeah it might k!ll me but im pouring medicine
fly like a pelican, run up them racks
thats was my destiny, superstar og
i know that you smelling
do dirt alone cause these n-ggas might tell on me
thc all in my browine
this snacking ain’t regular yeah
shooting at all my compet-tors yeah
cdb all in my body, im lifted
they smell the sh-t that im smoking and walking
all these blue hundred won’t fit shoe boxes
my lil n-ggas heartless they ain’t got a conscience
i grabbed that -ss cause i ain’t got no etiquette
burning on god’s gift, im feeling so heaven sent
went up to jersey they said i was country
but one thang they can’t say is i ain’t got money
ungh

[chorus]
secret compartment my tahoe
quavo sh-t, im the head huncho
bad b-tch and she from morocco
juug in the mouring, alonzo
you ain’t tryna buy ain’t no convo
source with the tree he armenian
he get it to me expediently
he know a n-gga be needing it
she know a n-gga be needing her
my d-ck is wet i be feeding her
i almost f-cked up her femur
[?]
swipe her a purse with a visa
i never ever mistreat her
bally my headband and sneakers
yeaaah

- money man

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