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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Antonio Carrington Jr
Composer
Taylor Michael
Composer
Tysen Jay Bolding
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Michael
Producer
Trauma Tone
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Trauma Tone)
[Verse 2]
I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon
Don't need a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds
My pockets straight, so I don't need a title pawn
Grow my own veggies, my yard is like Callaway
Breaking down zaza, I'm selling ten pounds a day
Rest in peace to all my **** who passed away
Internet jugging, I know this the faster way
Clientele coming, they driving from miles away
Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away
[Verse 3]
Hit her DM, "Can you come catch a flight today?"
Live to the fullest, I probably can die today
I got that drip like a **** tidal wave
I'm a truth-seeker, so please do not lie to me
Hit from the back, I'ma **** up her vertebrae
ATV, I'ma go ride on the dirt today
When we in bed, she gon' drip, she gon' squirt away
Bust me a jugg in the coupe and then skrrt away
Car push-to-start, I do not have to turn a key
If you kill me, they gon' wipe out your family tree
Finna take over, but I had to plan this ****
Put her through college, I got my own scholarship
Dropping these hits, but I don't get acknowledgement
Dropping these gems, gotta put on my fellowship
Ain't got no class or no **** elegance
Damn, she so sexy, she pretty and delicate
[Verse 4]
I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon
[Verse 5]
Natural high, I do not have to medicate
Me and my Glock got a bond, we don't separate
Financial money course, sit down and educate
Go do a drill on the opps and then celebrate
Go do a drill on the opps just to demonstrate
Ran up that bag, now my **** mama straight
Disrespect something that I cannot tolerate
Country boy coming to shop way from out of state
We know you soft, ****, quit all that acting tough
Knew you was broke 'cause your money ain't adding up
I'm in the traphouse, I'm bagging some zaza up
Do what I want, ****, I do not give a ****
J Roc, he with me, we whipping a Bentley truck
COVID done hit, so these lil' **** sick as ****
Stacking all day, now my bank account big as ****
Two different strains, I'ma **** mix 'em up
[Verse 6]
I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon
Don't need a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds
My pockets straight, so I don't need a title pawn
Grow my own veggies, my yard is like Callaway
Breaking down zaza, I'm selling ten pounds a day
Rest in peace to all my **** who passed away
Internet jugging, I know this the faster way
Clientele coming, they driving from miles away
Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away
Written by: John Antonio Carrington Jr, Taylor Michael, Tysen Jay Bolding