Music Video
Money Man - Foul (Official Video)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Nguyen
Songwriter
Nicholas Berlinger
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Figurez Made It
Producer
FreshleyIsDifferent
Producer
Kyle Stemberger
Producer
Young Grind
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
These **** so foul
They'll take your life for a bag of some loud
That lil' bitch with me I'm pipin' it down
Walk in the store leave you dead in the aisle
Bitch, I'm a canine, I'm just like a chow
Get your own drip, tryna bite my style
After we fuck she get up and she smile
I was on 85 south in the SUV Finna go get P
Got a outside plug and he waiting on me
Got a north side bitch and she laying on me
Got a carbon one five for **** lyin' on me
Had a lot of bum **** go an' change on me
Put some racks on your head, I know life ain't free
'Scuse me, cutie, shoes ain't cheap
Got a hundred rounds on me so I ride around deep
When she open up her legs I'ma go inside her deep
She done showed her true colors, she a bona fide freak
Gotta show my true colors, I'm a bona fide plug
Got real good bud, got a white run nug
Got car kits on, **** said he gonna rob me
[Verse 2]
I think not if we talkin' bout new
Tryna buy a new Glock
I'm riched out, I'm gonna buy a **** block
All these rappers got a **** too hot so a **** might quit
'Cause I make more money from the marijuana shit
Drop a bag on the scale and I drop me a hit
Tryna sabotage, cashed out this shit
I ain't have a car, I was walkin' and shit
Now these thots be stalkin' and shit
All these blues in my pocket and shit
When you shootin' at 'em make sure you don't miss
Got two aimin' with made up names
I'ma go swipe with a four bust out chain
Got a bad lil' baby and she rockin' fresh braids
Why we never see you? 'Cause I don't like fame
She been ridin' all night so I know that she drained
And these hundreds on me blue, just like the flame
Growin' up all a **** went through was pain
Jumped off the balcony when 12 came to raid
Balenciaga Triple S off-white beige
Summerhill County, I ain't talkin' bout Dade
Every year a **** music get better with age
I ain't gotta dick ride, I'ma ride my own wave
[Verse 3]
These **** so foul
They'll take your life for a bag of some loud
That lil' bitch with me I'm pipin' her down
Walk in the store, leave you dead in the aisle
Bitch, I'm a canine, I'm just like a chow
Get your own drip, tryna bite my style
After we fuck she get up and she smile
I was on 85 south in the SUV Finna go get P
Got a outside plug and he waiting on me
Got a north side bitch and she laying on me
Got a carbon one five for **** lyin' on me
Had a lot of bum **** go an' change on me
Put some racks on your head know life ain't free
Written by: Money Man
