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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Carrington
John Carrington
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Trauma Tone)
[Verse 2]
Hackin' this shit, extendin' that info
One percent tint on my window
Inside the coupe blowin' on indo
Got cheap prices on real good out-do
Always at the studio, I should get out mo'
Always in trouble, I should get out mo'
These **** tickle me, just like Elmo
Feelin' like The Rock servin' people elbow
[Verse 3]
Dark web money free like a free throw
She done popped Perc, now she in keyed-mode
Gran Coupe Bimmer, push the shit Sport mode
I'ma send a bale, dirt through zip codes
Look at me, can't handle these bit loads
I ain't talkin' Dell when I'm speakin' on Frisco
Futuristic, I call the shit gizmo
Bought it from a German, I got it in crypto
[Verse 4]
Hackin' this shit, lookin' out the window
Burn off the showroom, west coast bimbo
I was broke as hell, I was in limbo
I just wanna slice, no bread like Kimbo
I'ma park a big rig at my house
Then call the gang, help empty it out
When I was down ain't nobody helped out
**** all crossed so a **** held out
[Verse 5]
If I go behind the walls, I'ma get bailed out
Me and Shawn caught, we'll come same route
Every time the game come shit sell out
Turn your music down when you pull in my yard
I'll punch a **** ass out, on God
Most of these **** out here be fraud
Tripods and flash you'll jump like a grashopper
Pull up in a Range, the Velar, that's karma
[Verse 6]
30 lil' shawties in the basement hackin'
VPN on so the boys can't track me
Trainin' my son by the laptop to practice
Breakin' them codes, my young nerds crack 'em
Shooter inside, come weigh these bales
Got them shoes, you're broke and upscale
My baby mama just pulled up to the jail
She gon' make sure a **** make it, get bail
[Verse 7]
I just made 50K from a gateway
On cyberspace from a encrypted site
Now I'm lovin' the internet life
Clay Fendi wallet contain my swipe
Swipe that through quick the other night
Did two hours, let you swipe for a flight
[Verse 8]
Hackin' this shit, extendin' that info
One percent tint on my window
Inside the coupe blowin' on indo
Got cheap prices on real good out-do
Always at the studio, I should get out mo'
Always in trouble, I should get out mo'
These **** tickle me, just like Elmo
Feelin' like The Rock servin' people elbow
Dark web money free like a free throw
She done popped Perc, now she in keyed-mode
Gran Coupe Bimmer, push the shit Sport mode
I'ma send a bale, dirt through zip codes
Look at me, can't handle these bit loads
I ain't talkin' Dell when I'm speakin' on Frisco
Futuristic, I call the shit gizmo
Bought it from a German, I got it in crypto
Hackin' this shit, lookin' out the window
Burn off sherbert, west coast bimbo
I was broke as hell, I was in limbo
I just wanna slice, no bread like Kimbo
I'ma park a big rig at my house
Then call the gang help empty it out
When I was down ain't nobody helped out
**** all crossed so a **** held out
Written by: Money Man
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