Money on my Mind double up In my memory bank
I Could give a f*ck what my enemies think
All this pressure on me feel like I'm Bron Bron
You groupies riding dick need some pom-poms
You ain't G you goofy Tampon
Poo-nanny ass niggas on my iPhone
Talking shit on my line but it ain't bout nothing
Money talk I can't hear you
You ain't got none!
All this gold on me look like I'm Mr. T
I be O.T grinding like Im Pusha T
Said I was Bard from the hood
But I be round the way
Cause of these bars in my hood
These niggas work for me
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
Balenciagas on your feet they come from Hong Kong
I'm a breadwinner getting cream like a
Wonton
All that capping in your rap and get you decapitated
And hearing broke niggas talk got me aggravated
They turn Fee into a angel it left me Devastated
But every since her loss protected like them laminated
Mother of Perl oyster Perpetuating
My money sound
You never said a statement
I stayed 10 toes down that's why I'm levitating
I'm steady running these numbers up like a elevator
I'm all gas no brakes no Excelerator rookie of the year the way
I'm Ballin your player hater
Dummy I'm litty like a hologram in HD think
I'm a lick barrel to your eyebrows AD Bow
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
2020 stepping Fresh busting stupid
Dope moves B
Ducking suckas and these groupies
No you can't fool me
That's a Axel Foley ain't a Rolli
Dummy can't fool me
Only God can judge me f*ck the judge
And all this jewelry got a drip drip drip like a ceiling leak
Can't let em f*ck up my Dreams while I'm Chasing like Meek
My Closes dog f*cked up money and we still don't speak
Still elite how I never miss a beat
Break bread at Felipe's whole team got Pateks
Ain't got no time for the bullshit all Wrists sweep
Got a tip on the Kane Told the gang to eat
In South Beat on a 3 peat That's how I cheat Woo
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
Bossman - Bron Bron Lyrics
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Money on my Mind double up In my memory bank
I Could give a f*ck what my enemies think
All this pressure on me feel like I'm Bron Bron
You groupies riding dick need some pom-poms
You ain't G you goofy Tampon
Poo-nanny ass niggas on my iPhone
Talking shit on my line but it ain't bout nothing
Money talk I can't hear you
You ain't got none!
All this gold on me look like I'm Mr. T
I be O.T grinding like Im Pusha T
Said I was Bard from the hood
But I be round the way
Cause of these bars in my hood
These niggas work for me
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
Balenciagas on your feet they come from Hong Kong
I'm a breadwinner getting cream like a
Wonton
All that capping in your rap and get you decapitated
And hearing broke niggas talk got me aggravated
They turn Fee into a angel it left me Devastated
But every since her loss protected like them laminated
Mother of Perl oyster Perpetuating
My money sound
You never said a statement
I stayed 10 toes down that's why I'm levitating
I'm steady running these numbers up like a elevator
I'm all gas no brakes no Excelerator rookie of the year the way
I'm Ballin your player hater
Dummy I'm litty like a hologram in HD think
I'm a lick barrel to your eyebrows AD Bow
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
2020 stepping Fresh busting stupid
Dope moves B
Ducking suckas and these groupies
No you can't fool me
That's a Axel Foley ain't a Rolli
Dummy can't fool me
Only God can judge me f*ck the judge
And all this jewelry got a drip drip drip like a ceiling leak
Can't let em f*ck up my Dreams while I'm Chasing like Meek
My Closes dog f*cked up money and we still don't speak
Still elite how I never miss a beat
Break bread at Felipe's whole team got Pateks
Ain't got no time for the bullshit all Wrists sweep
Got a tip on the Kane Told the gang to eat
In South Beat on a 3 peat That's how I cheat Woo
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
I Could give a f*ck what my enemies think
All this pressure on me feel like I'm Bron Bron
You groupies riding dick need some pom-poms
You ain't G you goofy Tampon
Poo-nanny ass niggas on my iPhone
Talking shit on my line but it ain't bout nothing
Money talk I can't hear you
You ain't got none!
All this gold on me look like I'm Mr. T
I be O.T grinding like Im Pusha T
Said I was Bard from the hood
But I be round the way
Cause of these bars in my hood
These niggas work for me
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
Balenciagas on your feet they come from Hong Kong
I'm a breadwinner getting cream like a
Wonton
All that capping in your rap and get you decapitated
And hearing broke niggas talk got me aggravated
They turn Fee into a angel it left me Devastated
But every since her loss protected like them laminated
Mother of Perl oyster Perpetuating
My money sound
You never said a statement
I stayed 10 toes down that's why I'm levitating
I'm steady running these numbers up like a elevator
I'm all gas no brakes no Excelerator rookie of the year the way
I'm Ballin your player hater
Dummy I'm litty like a hologram in HD think
I'm a lick barrel to your eyebrows AD Bow
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
2020 stepping Fresh busting stupid
Dope moves B
Ducking suckas and these groupies
No you can't fool me
That's a Axel Foley ain't a Rolli
Dummy can't fool me
Only God can judge me f*ck the judge
And all this jewelry got a drip drip drip like a ceiling leak
Can't let em f*ck up my Dreams while I'm Chasing like Meek
My Closes dog f*cked up money and we still don't speak
Still elite how I never miss a beat
Break bread at Felipe's whole team got Pateks
Ain't got no time for the bullshit all Wrists sweep
Got a tip on the Kane Told the gang to eat
In South Beat on a 3 peat That's how I cheat Woo
All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron
Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone
Louis pull up in V
That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon
Writer: Travis Holifield
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