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letra de out of orbit - money man

(chorus)
i’m out of orbit i feel like a alien
she at the crib she give me cranium
i’m serving my country boy, he down in mapleton
my money be dirty, you know i be bathing it
stack up them racks you know i be saving em
my chain from wakanda my diamonds vibranium
my lil b-tch from venus
she say i’m a g*nius
her -ss so soft everytime that i squeeze it
i don’t slack on my ice i got infinite pieces
i got to pluto a n-gga can’t reach me
i met a swiper i told him to teach me
i’m swiping 24/7 i’m greedy
i hit that hoe in a hour she easy
i was in a brand new tahoe beating
i don’t care bout the money i ain’t doing no feature
kick a n-gga doe in some big bottom sneakers

(verse)
imma sale gas bags till i die
imma run p a bag till the well run dry
n-ggas this balenci’s not karl kani
with the paranoia hoodie this sh-t tye-dye
counting up racks while i’m watching how high
star wars coupe my cars the sci-fi
super strong loud it was grown on the moon
watch a n-gga get stepped on like a pair of shoes
watch a n-gga get stepped on like a pair of loub’s
imma shoot you i ain’t talking bout tube
i be sipping drank i ain’t talking bout booze
secret service on me they be watching my move
she gone shake that -ss i be watching her move
all these blues got my bankroll huge
all these blues i ain’t talking bout clue
always fasting i don’t eat no food
f-ck these n-ggas i ain’t tryna be cool
riding round the city with a glock 22
n-gga you a hoe and yo b-tch one too
i just pray this fake ss go through
black and white ss a n-gga gone move
bottom balenci’s shoes banging piru
me and my dogs stick together like glue
she gotta fake -ss so she acting brand new
i ain’t talking tom but the coupe on cruise
i be making work disappear like poof
my b-tch in l.a. eat gluten free food
i’m my own lawyer i dont need no jew
everything you heard about me prolly true
imma make cpn cards its true
imma mail the packs out n-gga its true
that n-gga money man all about his loot

(chorus)
i’m out of orbit i feel like a alien
she at the crib she give me cranium
i’m serving my country boy, he down in mapleton
my money be dirty, you know i be bathing it
stack up them racks you know i be saving em
my chain from wakanda my diamonds vibranium
my lil b-tch from venus
she say i’m a g*nius
her -ss so soft everytime that i squeeze it
i dont slack on my ice i got infinite pieces
i got to pluto a n-gga can’t reach me
i met a swiper i told him to teach me
i’m swiping 24/7 i’m greedy
i hit that hoe in a hour she easy
i was in a brand new tahoe beating
i don’t care bout the money i ain’t doing no feature
kick a n-gga doe in some big bottom sneakers

- money man

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