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money man, lil yee & lil pete - family affair كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil yee]
(reece, take ’em to church)
yeah

[chorus: lil yee]
it’s a hot car, i can’t do the dash in this b_tch
on a high speed, can’t imagine crashin’ this b_tch (no)
i’m a rockstar, i got all this cash on my wrist (woah)
i’m takin’ tabs on the trip, don’t make me flash in this b_tch (yeah, yeah)
i got audemars for a broken heart, couldn’t fix it
imagine if i didn’t take them chances and risk it
i’m outside livin’ life, standin’ on business
let a fan be a fan, we’ll stamp him and blitz it (ayy)

[verse 1: lil yee]
got a baby bottle filled with wock’, grab a sprite and twist it
i’m havin’ mixed emotions, i’m stayin’ out my feelings
and before it’s all said and done, i’ma make a k!llin’
money man, it’s a thousand bags, can you flip it?

[verse 2: money man]
i’m tryna get these bags off, baby, i can’t kick it
should i drive this pack to the a? i’ma risk it
if i drop these pounds on you, have my money quickly
lost a load, that sh_t hurt my stomach, it was sickenin’
audemars, pateks, and the prezi’s, i be switchin’
black out with the binary, you know this b_tch be glitchin’
heard a n_gga took your sh_t and you ain’t get no straightin’
i should work for j.p. morgan, baby, i be bankin’
trx a demon, though if not, i’m in a sp_ceship
we don’t do no arms or leg shots, we gon’ face sh_t
you can’t hang around the kid unless you trap or take sh_t
n_ggas out here b_tchin’ and complainin’, that’s some gay sh_t
[chorus: lil yee]
it’s a hot car, i can’t do the dash in this b_tch
on a high speed, can’t imagine crashin’ this b_tch (no)
i’m a rockstar, i got all this cash on my wrist (woah)
i’m takin’ tabs on the trip, don’t make me flash in this b_tch (yeah, yeah)
i got audemars for a broken heart, couldn’t fix it
imagine if i didn’t take them chances and risk it
i’m outside livin’ life, standin’ on business
let a fan be a fan, we’ll stamp him and blitz it (ayy)

[verse 3: lil pete]
uh, all this money in the world still won’t fix it
my pain run deeper than a marathon, no endin’
these n_ggas sell they soul for a pint and a image
a triple cross always beat the devil, know the difference
you know we locked in
money man in the city, we brought chopsticks
n_ggas be runnin’ out of luck, but this not this
your life runnin’ out of time, don’t get boxed in, kept the block lit
hardly forget what i forgive, n_gga, not again
really the voice of the trenches, it’s not pretend
pockets be tapped, got the motion, they tappin’ in
b_tches set the play, leave it to them, i’m they rapper friend

[chorus: lil yee]
it’s a hot car, i can’t do the dash in this b_tch
on a high speed, can’t imagine crashin’ this b_tch
i’m a rockstar, i got all this cash on my wrist (woah)
i’m takin’ tabs on the trip, don’t make me flash in this b_tch
i got audemars for a broken heart, couldn’t fix it
imagine if i didn’t take them chances and risk it
i’m outside livin’ life, standin’ on business
let a fan be a fan, we’ll stamp him and blitz it

- money man lil yee lil pete

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