Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
100 bands for a kilo, ****
[Verse 2]
I'm gettin' bigger and bigger
And these **** hate it
Went and got the Hell Cat
Ain't want the Maybach
Went and got the new Vette
Ain't want the Rarri (Yeah)
Ice all on my body
Designer all on my body
I let her touch on my body
10k spent as folly
Hit a skinny bitch outta Cheetah's
And this here real sapphire
**** be slidin' in a Wraith
I'ma hit a lick in a Chrysler
**** that's a Vette not a Chrysler
Harvest Season droppin' my prices
[Verse 3]
Got 900k in the Audi
Rowdy Roddy Piper, we rowdy
Swerve through I might take the Audi
Told ya I'ma win no doubt
Got cowboy gun, like, "Howdy"
I just met the plug at a mountain
The stones on ya neck look cloudy
Water on my chain I'm drowing
Pour a four of red I'm drowsy
I just broke her heart, she poutin'
Buring out in Dallas with a Maverick
Shoot em' in the head when he lackin'
I'ma make his ass do a backflip
I done made an M from the trash
You need a job and less cozy on the couch
**** better proceed with caution
Before I let Shooter come off
Before I let Gutta come off
Half a mil worth of clothes in my closet
Icing out my Ankhs and my Cross
Shooting these dice in the projects (Uh)
Came up sellin' this ganja (Uh)
Streets turned me a monster (Uh)
**** play around I'ma pop him (Uh, uh uh)
Pull up like yeah yeah yeah
Shootin' at you, not the air
We ain't equal, **** life ain't fair
I'll leave dead right there
Hit her from the back pull her hair
Don't front lil **** you scared (Huh)
Ballin' on **** like AND1
Gotta lotta sticks and handguns
Shoot him in the law by the tonne
Feel like Jet Li I'm the one
Exotic weed fillin' my lungs
Burberry eatin' on crumbs
Then we go fill up my drum
And I ain't talkin' about a instrument
These **** sweeter than a motherfucker
These **** got so much insulin
50 Cent, I just shot many men
I don't play around with my enemies
Run a whole racket like Wimbledon
Girls love the beat like Timbaland
Think I'ma trick girl , wish again
I'ma have everybody missin' him
[Verse 4]
I'm gettin' bigger and bigger
And these **** hate it
Went and got the Hell Cat
Ain't want the Maybach
Went and got the new Vette
Ain't want the Rarri (Yeah)
Ice all on my body
Designer all on my body
I let her touch on my body
10k spent as folly
Hit a skinny bitch outta Cheetah's
And this here real sapphire
**** be slidin' in a Wraith
I'ma hit a lick in a Chrysler
**** that's a Vette not a Chrysler
Harvest Season droppin' my prices
Written by: Money Man