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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sven Rafael Steenbergen
Sven Rafael Steenbergen
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
(17OnDaTrack)
(Figurez Made It)
[Instrumental]
I'm not an Indian, but I be chiefin'
I grow that indica and that sativa
Took her to the crib and put her in a sleeper
She need her a breather
They love me, my prices be cheaper
My hundreds blue like a Skeeter
These **** annoying just like some mosquitoes
She told me go deeper
A street **** gave me ten P's for a feature
He said that, "I heard all your tapes, I believe you"
It's hard to trust people 'cause people so evil
I feel like a king, I be feelin' medieval
Just put a pound on the passenger seat of the Regal
I keep it 1K with my people
Don't let these broke **** mislead you
Don't let these fake **** deceive you
She came on my sheets, we fuck to the beat
She got that water just like she a beach
These **** groupies just like they a freak
My money be neat
Ran up that sack, had to buy me some cleats
I ride with the stick with the doors off the Jeep
We just fuck to the beat, we might fuck on the sheets
She came on my sheets, **** lie through they teeth
Fifty rounds on me for **** who deep
I do this shit in my sleep
[Verse 1]
Yeah
These **** be crossin', I'm just gon' off 'em
I'm in the growhouse just waterin' often
I hit lil' mama, she said it was awesome
I brought the drum like I'm playing percussion
I got me a rental from Budget
These bales that I got, they won't fit inside, so I'ma stuff 'em
He turned his back on me, plug droppin' packs on me
Knee-deep in loud, I just left out a factory
I'm high as hell, I ain't feelin' no gravity
Just like a turkey, she gobble and swallow me
Ride with the pack, so I found me a trailer to follow me
**** gon' die if they think about robbin' me
Clientele callin' me, why they keep callin' me?
I got the cheapest, I spent 2K on some sneakers in Nieman's
She got that ocean, that water
She bad and she gorgeous
I drive me some bales back to Georgia
Them P's get imported, I can't be extorted
Run up, lil' ****, the news gon' report it
I'm trying to be cordial, these **** be extra
I just caught a play in a motherfuckin' Tesla
Stick on the dresser, I'm traffickin' presidents
These **** be tellin', I weigh it and scale it and mail it
[Chorus]
I'm not an Indian, but I be chiefin'
I grow that indica and that sativa
Took her to the crib and put her in a sleeper
She need her a breather
They love me, my prices be cheaper
My hundreds blue like a Skeeter
These **** annoying just like some mosquitoes
She told me go deeper
A street **** gave me ten P's for a feature
He said that, "I heard all your tapes, I believe you"
It's hard to trust people 'cause people so evil
I feel like a king, I be feelin' medieval
Just put a pound on the passenger seat of the Regal
I keep it 1K with my people
Don't let these broke **** mislead you
Don't let these fake **** deceive you
She came on my sheets, we fuck to the beat
She got that water just like she a beast
These **** groupies just like they a freak
My money be neat
Ran up that sack, had to buy me some cleats
I ride with the stick with the doors off the Jeep
We just fuck to the beat, we might fuck on the sheets
She came on my sheets, **** lie through they teeth
Fifty rounds on me for **** who deep
I do this shit in my sleep
Written by: Joseph Nguyen, Tysen Jay Bolding
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