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letra de unknown - money man

[chorus]
heard them lil’ threats you sent, they don’t mean sh-t
i’m in the trap on some green sh-t
got my unc on the stove with a mean wrist
got a b-tch in my bed on some freak sh-t
come and take your lil’ pack on some free sh-t
had to pray for a check on my knees, sh-t
all this jewelry on me, i can freeze, sh-t
ain’t no “i” in team, we on some “we” sh-t
did this sh-t on my own, i don’t need help
got the strap on my lap like a seat belt
secret service cars, i know how meek felt
had a lot of friends that ain’t mean me well
sellin’ gas just so i can feed my kids
work so hard i just did me like 3 shifts
got 4 cars n-gga, i don’t need no lyft
got two fn and now they on both hips
got two sticks with me, but i got four clips
when i f-ck her, i f-ck her so focused
shorty love me ’cause i don’t take no sh-t
she gone do what i say, i’m controlling
baby girl make sure that them legs open
i be constantly trying to see no panties
yeah
all this juggin’, i just bought a new benz
yeah
said you was down, but you lied to me
say you want smoke, but you hiding from me
i be spending it ’cause no you can’t die with money

[verse]
when you crossed me, it almost brought me to tears
had to man up and go face all my fears
and my chick from a whole ‘nother hemisphere
in a foreign and you know that i’m switching gears
in the studio i’m my own engineer
need a addy for ps, you can send em here
feel the walls closing in i can tell its near
all this loud in the house i can barely hear
in designer 12 locked me up, profiling
i be fresh as h-ll i don’t need no stylist
got like 80k spread in all four pockets
got some cpn cc’s in my wallet
when she see them racks she be like, “d-mn daddy”
and this bc sh-t that there is my family
i’ma drank in a hotel in miami
finna buy me some land and grow out in canton
sold so much of it that people done took advantage
when i go away, wish i can go and vanish
designer drugs, i’ma go to another planet
if you not from the streets you won’t understand it
n-ggas plotting on me they so underhanded
she gon’ come in the room with no bra and panties
all my p’s gone, i’m feeling so fine and dandy
and the strain that i’m burning is cotton candy
yeah
my n-ggas animals they ain’t got no conscience
burn a lil’ n-gga, i’m violent
we gon’ keep a stick for the street sh-t
and i gotta shop in the d sh-t
i was in the projects stressing
all these racks they a blessing
every night i was clutching my weapon

- money man

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