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letra de make up yo mind - money man

[hook]
make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower
you wastin’ my time cause you been here an hour
better get on your grind and go get you some power
got bales in the kitchen no cap [?] the counter
and that motorbreath tart when your burnin’ it sour
my fine little b-tch get a monthly allowance
i’ma grow in these cribs, i ain’t flippin’ no houses
drop that bag to my twins and they payin’ me monthly
if i go to dekalb i might shank up my bunkies
if we spin and they live, then them n-ggas is lucky
boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy
ytb pockets you know that they fat and they chunky
they do it for free, thеy gon’ turn down the money
finna hire somе migos to cut down the harvest
ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage

[verse 1]
we took your bands n-gga you better charge it
dumping these bags at luxury apartments
we 15 deep in this crib but it’s 300
one [?] walk inside n-ggas clutchin’ they cutters
run up in this b-tch and get hit with this b-tton
got plants all around we gon’ care ’em and cut ’em
he havin ‘bud, but it smellin’ like nothin’
sell thirty a day, yeah we got this b-tch jumpin’
real estate i’m havin’ houses to sprout in
[?] from tulsa i drove through i-10
he want them prices, tryin’ to get logged in
filter a fan, so we keepin’ the smell in
shoot that b-tch just like i’m bradley bill
made it of reefer ain’t have a deal
use to serve diesel, i ain’t talkin’ no neil
my lil’ vibe crazy with s-x appeal
trap on canola i’m turnin’ them over
this bl!ck get bipolar this b-tch get to spitting
tryna be peaceful, but n-ggas provokin’
so if i reach for it, it’s gon be a k!llin’
tryna show love but you can’t cause they might think you weak
so my prices is higher than heaven
dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin’ i pulled up and gave him a blessing
[hook]
make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower
you wastin’ my time cause you been here an hour
better get on your grind and go get you some power
got bales in the kitchen no cap [?] the counter
and that motorbreath tart when your burnin’ it sour
my fine little b-tch get a monthly allowance
i’ma grow in these cribs, i ain’t flippin’ no houses
drop that bag to my twins and they payin’ me monthly
if i go to dekalb i might shank up my bunkies
if we spin and they live, then them n-ggas is lucky
boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy
ytb pockets you know that they fat and they chunky
they do it for free, they gon’ turn down the money
finna hire some migos to cut down the harvest
ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage

- money man

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