Yeah, I don't need no visine cause I know my vision clear
Bitches f*ckin with the braces, don't need no veneers
Me and Peko f*ckin' up the city, do this shit for years
Jaydon got me laughin' off my ass while smokin' on this jeeter
Went to prom with a badass bitch, told my ex-bitch, I never needed her
Baby gotta cold heart when she mad, she really a heater
But I'm money man, bags be full of bands, hit my money dance
Niggas really hatin' on me cause I do what niggas can't
Want her, she out her pants, two hoes, one for my mans
Freak hoes straight from the land, light skin, but got a tan
Like a slim, thick bitch with a back tat
Damn, I got the world inside my hands, that ass is
Roll another blunt inside the kitchen, countin' racks
I can laugh her out them draws, call me Bernie Mac
It take one call, them niggas be outside with a strap
RPG be with the gang, bitch, we stack
When I f*ck these hoes, I be tellin' them my intentions
Money man, no lie, she be here at five, I'm a menace
And she know I am the big boss in this bitch, see in the pendant
I'm an antisocial nigga, all my windows five in tinted
I just crashed out on a gram, bitch, f*ck it, I don't like critics
I just dissed a nigga, block nigga, f*ck it, I really meant it
Ever since I dropped the tape, reflection, I been on my rich shit
Posted my face on the gram, got all these hoes in my mentions
She is really not your hoe cause money man just rented
I be laughin' my ass off cause Vance the reason they all trippin
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Yeah, I don't need no visine cause I know my vision clear
Bitches f*ckin with the braces, don't need no veneers
Me and Peko f*ckin' up the city, do this shit for years
Jaydon got me laughin' off my ass while smokin' on this jeeter
Went to prom with a badass bitch, told my ex-bitch, I never needed her
Baby gotta cold heart when she mad, she really a heater
But I'm money man, bags be full of bands, hit my money dance
Niggas really hatin' on me cause I do what niggas can't
Want her, she out her pants, two hoes, one for my mans
Freak hoes straight from the land, light skin, but got a tan
Like a slim, thick bitch with a back tat
Damn, I got the world inside my hands, that ass is
Roll another blunt inside the kitchen, countin' racks
I can laugh her out them draws, call me Bernie Mac
It take one call, them niggas be outside with a strap
RPG be with the gang, bitch, we stack
When I f*ck these hoes, I be tellin' them my intentions
Money man, no lie, she be here at five, I'm a menace
And she know I am the big boss in this bitch, see in the pendant
I'm an antisocial nigga, all my windows five in tinted
I just crashed out on a gram, bitch, f*ck it, I don't like critics
I just dissed a nigga, block nigga, f*ck it, I really meant it
Ever since I dropped the tape, reflection, I been on my rich shit
Posted my face on the gram, got all these hoes in my mentions
She is really not your hoe cause money man just rented
I be laughin' my ass off cause Vance the reason they all trippin
Bitches f*ckin with the braces, don't need no veneers
Me and Peko f*ckin' up the city, do this shit for years
Jaydon got me laughin' off my ass while smokin' on this jeeter
Went to prom with a badass bitch, told my ex-bitch, I never needed her
Baby gotta cold heart when she mad, she really a heater
But I'm money man, bags be full of bands, hit my money dance
Niggas really hatin' on me cause I do what niggas can't
Want her, she out her pants, two hoes, one for my mans
Freak hoes straight from the land, light skin, but got a tan
Like a slim, thick bitch with a back tat
Damn, I got the world inside my hands, that ass is
Roll another blunt inside the kitchen, countin' racks
I can laugh her out them draws, call me Bernie Mac
It take one call, them niggas be outside with a strap
RPG be with the gang, bitch, we stack
When I f*ck these hoes, I be tellin' them my intentions
Money man, no lie, she be here at five, I'm a menace
And she know I am the big boss in this bitch, see in the pendant
I'm an antisocial nigga, all my windows five in tinted
I just crashed out on a gram, bitch, f*ck it, I don't like critics
I just dissed a nigga, block nigga, f*ck it, I really meant it
Ever since I dropped the tape, reflection, I been on my rich shit
Posted my face on the gram, got all these hoes in my mentions
She is really not your hoe cause money man just rented
I be laughin' my ass off cause Vance the reason they all trippin
Writer: Chance Dixon
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