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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Carrington Jr.
John Carrington Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I did a fast and I found me some clarity
All these VVS' I'm rocking got clarity
I'm not a joke so I don't do no parody
My bitch half Indian, she mixed with Cherokee
SRT8, I'ma dash in the Cherokee
'Nessed around Union, I made me a quarter M
This is a concept, imported a foreign and
Hit from the back, and she really enjoyin' it
All these rumors I swear they annoyin'
I slept on the floor you used to piss on the carpet
I opened the fridge picking up any cartons I want
There are some bills I don't want me, don't start on me ****
We lurkin', I'm strapped like a condom
Ain't have no food and my stomach, was growlin'
I'm sittin' at home when I'm checkin' my balance
I look like a Sultan, I need me a Palace
[Verse 2]
She tryin' to come suck on my Jimmy like Fallon
My cubans are water, I drip a whole gallon
No I'm not Roman, my face in Italian
I use stuff .7's inside a baggy
This Cutlass I trapped out? that shit was so raggedy
I'm independent, no label be backin' me
I got a problem, I'll call up the cavalry
It ain't no question you know that I'm packin' B
Just incase **** got plans on attackin' me
Pour out my soul on this beat here from Trauma T
I feel like an emperor, I think I'm Constantine
With the white collar you know I'ma concentrate
When I go swipe, I'ma cover my license plate
Bitch I'm a bear I had to go hibernate
Ran off 100k that was from cyber space
Using the free wifi up in the Super 8
All of these coffers that I had to duplicate
Went to the range just to make sure I'm shootin' straight
I don't be nervous so they don't reciprocate
Pound for the cheap right now, I gotta liquidate
When I go broke I get sick with a stomach ache
After this juug right here I'ma be super straight
I'm sellin' bags ain't got time for a movie date
I know the smell in the bar finna permeate
My gold be yellow look like some urinate
Hang on to loyalty **** don't deviate
I'm on a bag and it goin' at a rapid rate
**** be lyin' they know they exagerate
Pop me an Adderall I'm finna activate
Came from the trenches so I had to navigate
Burnin' me white rocks you know I'ma levitate
Burnin' these Froot Loops, you know I'ma medicate
[Verse 3]
I did it fast and I found me some clarity
All these VVS' I'm rocking got clarity
I'm not a joke so I don't do no parody
My bitch half Indian, she mixed with Cherokee
SRT8 Imma dash in the Cherokee
'Nessed around Union, I made me a quarter M
This is a concept, imported a foreign in
Hit from the back, and she really enjoyin' it
All these rumors I swear they annoyin'
I step on the floor you used to piss on the carpet
I opened the fridge picking up any cartons
I want me some blues, I don't want me some style on me ****
We lookin' all strapped like a condom
Ain't have no food and my stomach was growlin'
I'm sittin' at home when I'm checkin' my balance
I look like a Sultan, I need me a Palace
She tryin' to come suck on my Jimmy like Fallon
Written by: Money Man, Trauma Tone
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