Yeah im the money man, Just f*cked up all them bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Yeah im the money man, I'm thumbing through the bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Just f*cked up the block, Fish tale in a drop, Who you think it was
You goin hear that skrt, This sum stick talk, Don't get white chalked
Diamonds brighter, Pass me the lighter, Yeah im goin gas up
Im in a benz truck, There ain't no friend here, You ain't goin shoot bruh
No i won't choose her, That bitch a loser, Drop top my cruiser Just left the jeweler
Spin his whole block wit the 30 round I put a pussy ass nigga in the f*cking ground
Running up all of these bands through the whole town
I just been shipping packaging I'm bout to move around
I'm bout to move around, I'm f*cking up the bands
I'm hopping out racks falling out the sprinter van
And imma do it wit no hope i was my own man
Imma leave that hoe house wit her pussy soaking
Yeah im the money man, Just f*cked up all them bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Yeah im the money man, I'm thumbing through the bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Trabajarie - Money Man Lyrics
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Yeah im the money man, Just f*cked up all them bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Yeah im the money man, I'm thumbing through the bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Just f*cked up the block, Fish tale in a drop, Who you think it was
You goin hear that skrt, This sum stick talk, Don't get white chalked
Diamonds brighter, Pass me the lighter, Yeah im goin gas up
Im in a benz truck, There ain't no friend here, You ain't goin shoot bruh
No i won't choose her, That bitch a loser, Drop top my cruiser Just left the jeweler
Spin his whole block wit the 30 round I put a pussy ass nigga in the f*cking ground
Running up all of these bands through the whole town
I just been shipping packaging I'm bout to move around
I'm bout to move around, I'm f*cking up the bands
I'm hopping out racks falling out the sprinter van
And imma do it wit no hope i was my own man
Imma leave that hoe house wit her pussy soaking
Yeah im the money man, Just f*cked up all them bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Yeah im the money man, I'm thumbing through the bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Yeah im the money man, I'm thumbing through the bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Just f*cked up the block, Fish tale in a drop, Who you think it was
You goin hear that skrt, This sum stick talk, Don't get white chalked
Diamonds brighter, Pass me the lighter, Yeah im goin gas up
Im in a benz truck, There ain't no friend here, You ain't goin shoot bruh
No i won't choose her, That bitch a loser, Drop top my cruiser Just left the jeweler
Spin his whole block wit the 30 round I put a pussy ass nigga in the f*cking ground
Running up all of these bands through the whole town
I just been shipping packaging I'm bout to move around
I'm bout to move around, I'm f*cking up the bands
I'm hopping out racks falling out the sprinter van
And imma do it wit no hope i was my own man
Imma leave that hoe house wit her pussy soaking
Yeah im the money man, Just f*cked up all them bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Yeah im the money man, I'm thumbing through the bands, Wit money came a fan
We sticked up in the van, Still popping all these cans, Wit dirty sprite in hand
Just f*cked up all them bands, Just f*cked up all them bands
Writer: Travarie Westberry
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