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money man – chosen كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(c_c_cormill)

[chorus]
i got them hundreds on me and they blue like a smurf
she my lil’ rider, put racks in her purse
i lost some partners to violence, it hurt
walk out the bank with a dub and then smirk
i drop a check on his head and he murked
i want that vibe right there, under her skirt
i got them shottas, i put ’em to work
i got that pack from the west and it’s potent
made it this far, so i feel like i’m chosen
millions on millions i’m nettin’ and grossin’
n_gga just hatin’, his trap don’t got motion
i spit the realest sh_t ever been spoken
ar with shoulder strap cause a commotion
oh, he a boss? i’ma come and demote him
they come up short, i’ma slap a promoter

[verse]
when you got smoke, you cannot show no weakness
think about money so much, i was sleepless
n_ggas snitched on me, that sh_t had me speechless
my sh_t be different, i’m showin’ uniqueness
i need your p_ssy, bae, i swear i need it
hop in that srt and started speedin’
i hit that epidemic, then go to venus
i’m in balenciaga, i’m the cleanest
i just wanna see you pop that p_ssy for me
went and bought some sticks, i heard they lookin’ for me
probably stole from me, they never took in front of me
we ain’t catch a felony, we just gettin’ money
sh_t just gettin’ better, i’m just gettin’ richer
ain’t no time to hang, f_ck these petty n_ggas
all my jewelry cold, i can start a blizzard
always on go, i stay ready, n_gga
i be havin’ weight, i’m a heavy n_gga
this a double r, not a chevy, n_gga
chopper with the knife, i beheaded n_ggas
too much pillow talking, too much telling, n_gga
ridin’ in the demon, havin’ evil thoughts
i just want the check, ain’t no time for thots
ain’t no jail time, ain’t no gettin’ caught
i’ma hit the gas, i’ma get lost
she just want the top dog of this sh_t
hit the mall and then ball like a b_tch
on the drank, it got me fallin’ and sh_t
clientele keep on callin’ and sh_t
big body, i be cruisin’ and sh_t
plugs love me, i be movin’ this sh_t
i’m solid, dawg, i be oozin’ this sh_t
ain’t believe me, i be provin’ this sh_t
[chorus]
i got them hundreds on me and they blue like a smurf
she my lil’ rider, put racks in her purse
i lost some partners to violence, it hurt
walk out the bank with a dub and then smirk
i drop a check on his head and he murked
i want that vibe right there, under her skirt
i got them shottas, i put ’em to work
i got that pack from the west and it’s potent
made it this far, so i feel like i’m chosen
millions on millions i’m nettin’ and grossin’
n_gga just hatin’, his trap don’t got motion
i spit the realest sh_t ever been spoken
ar with shoulder strap cause a commotion
oh, he a boss? i’ma come and demote him
they come up short, i’ma slap a promoter

[outro]
(cormill, these n_ggas sound crazy)

- money man

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