[00:00.000] 作词 : Tysen Bolding/Darius Gerome Henry
[00:00.137] 作曲 : Tysen Bolding/Darius Gerome Henry
[00:00.274][Intro]
[00:00.528](Rjayy slammed this, nigga)
[00:01.315](Dee, you popping your shit, nigga)
[00:06.549]
[00:06.795][Chorus: Money Man]
[00:06.795]I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
[00:08.878]I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherf**ker got blue b***s
[00:12.032]Thick b***h in my section, she gon' shake that ass like Chyna Hall
[00:15.438]My brownskin b***h a brat, I swear to God she think she Asian Doll
[00:18.077]Steppers in my driveway shootin' dice, they ch**pin' off the neighbors
[00:21.740]Turn this b***h to WWE, turn to the Undertaker
[00:24.896]F**k your favorite rapper, that p***y nigga signed his life away
[00:27.774]Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today?
[00:30.879]Rich guy, customize the jacket, I'ma go get fly today
[00:34.033]Catch a body, put one in his head, then throw this pipe away
[00:37.195]
[00:37.458][Verse 1: Money Man]
[00:37.715]I sense danger, in less than a second, I'm uppin' right away
[00:40.076]Whole gang came through rockin' nothin' but water like a tidal wave
[00:43.190]Bought my chick a Dior fit, she rockin' it with the cool greys
[00:46.332]Every time I visit Detroit, I gotta cop some Cartiers
[00:49.478]Fendi on my T-shirt, I been working, I ain't slept in days
[00:52.617]My hood turned me wicked, Lord forgive me for my evil ways
[00:56.020]Grimy niggas with me, they might slime you out your bankroll
[00:59.166]Any unknown car that come in the cul-de-sac gettin' fired on
[01:02.294]Went to Wafi, told that nigga to upgrade all my gemstones
[01:05.169]We ain't lackin', we keep that pistol close just like a cell phone
[01:08.342]All my kids got millions to they name, I'm not a deadbeat
[01:11.490]My girl a PB, she don't eat no beef or eat no red meat
[01:14.637]I give love, but f**k it, I'ma make these niggas fear me
[01:17.522]I got racks from these raps, make two point five yearly
[01:20.427]Pull up in that Lambo' truck, 12 mad and profiling
[01:23.574]Grown man Money, b***h, these niggas out here too childish
[01:26.723]
[01:26.966][Chorus: Money Man]
[01:27.232]I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
[01:30.135]I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherf**ker got blue b***s
[01:33.288]Thick b***h in my section, she gon' shake that ass like Chyna Hall
[01:36.414]My brownskin b***h a brat, I swear to God she think she Asian Doll
[01:39.544]Steppers in my driveway shootin' dice, they ch**pin' off the neighbors
[01:42.422]Turn this b***h to WWE, turn to the Undertaker
[01:45.316]F**k your favorite rapper, that p***y nigga signed his life away
[01:48.719]Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today?
[01:51.851]Rich guy, customize the jacket, I'ma go get fly today
[01:55.263]Catch a body, put one in his head, then throw this pipe away
[01:58.411]
[01:58.411][Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
[01:58.666]I got money in all colors, white, blue, pink, green
[02:01.267]I got b****ts in all colors, blue, red, purple, green
[02:04.405]I just got a black box, turn that one shot to machine
[02:07.575]Rob a rapper for they ice, what you said? We told him freeze
[02:10.701]No, that ho don't never pray, why she always on her knees?
[02:13.575]"Nardo, you don't never stay, why you always wanna leave?"
[02:16.707]The SRT got bubble guts, hear the fartin' when it speed
[02:20.100]The switch f**ked up how Nina talk, now she stutter when she speak
[02:23.248]"Nardo, why y'all on his ass?" 'Cause he said what he said
[02:26.127]I heard he just bought a vest, he must gon' put it on his head
[02:29.258]"Nardo, why y'all on his ass?" 'Cause he did what he did
[02:32.425]I heard that nigga got a bag, he better leave it for the kids
[02:35.542]F**kin' with my chains on, they sound like jingle bells
[02:38.434]Her moanin' just like singin', so it sound like Christmas carols
[02:41.343]Got killers outside waitin' just in case them niggas twirl
[02:44.468]He hidin', we can't get him? Okay, send a pretty girl

作词 : Tysen Bolding/Darius Gerome Henry
作曲 : Tysen Bolding/Darius Gerome Henry
(Rjayy slammed this, nigga)
(Dee, you popping your shit, nigga)

I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherf**ker got blue b***s
Thick b***h in my section, she gon' shake that ass like Chyna Hall
My brownskin b***h a brat, I swear to God she think she Asian Doll
Steppers in my driveway shootin' dice, they ch**pin' off the neighbors
Turn this b***h to WWE, turn to the Undertaker
F**k your favorite rapper, that p***y nigga signed his life away
Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today?
Rich guy, customize the jacket, I'ma go get fly today
Catch a body, put one in his head, then throw this pipe away

I sense danger, in less than a second, I'm uppin' right away
Whole gang came through rockin' nothin' but water like a tidal wave
Bought my chick a Dior fit, she rockin' it with the cool greys
Every time I visit Detroit, I gotta cop some Cartiers
Fendi on my T-shirt, I been working, I ain't slept in days
My hood turned me wicked, Lord forgive me for my evil ways
Grimy niggas with me, they might slime you out your bankroll
Any unknown car that come in the cul-de-sac gettin' fired on
Went to Wafi, told that nigga to upgrade all my gemstones
We ain't lackin', we keep that pistol close just like a cell phone
All my kids got millions to they name, I'm not a deadbeat
My girl a PB, she don't eat no beef or eat no red meat
I give love, but f**k it, I'ma make these niggas fear me
I got racks from these raps, make two point five yearly
Pull up in that Lambo' truck, 12 mad and profiling
Grown man Money, b***h, these niggas out here too childish

I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherf**ker got blue b***s
Thick b***h in my section, she gon' shake that ass like Chyna Hall
My brownskin b***h a brat, I swear to God she think she Asian Doll
Steppers in my driveway shootin' dice, they ch**pin' off the neighbors
Turn this b***h to WWE, turn to the Undertaker
F**k your favorite rapper, that p***y nigga signed his life away
Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today?
Rich guy, customize the jacket, I'ma go get fly today
Catch a body, put one in his head, then throw this pipe away

I got money in all colors, white, blue, pink, green
I got b****ts in all colors, blue, red, purple, green
I just got a black box, turn that one shot to machine
Rob a rapper for they ice, what you said? We told him freeze
No, that ho don't never pray, why she always on her knees?
"Nardo, you don't never stay, why you always wanna leave?"
The SRT got bubble guts, hear the fartin' when it speed
The switch f**ked up how Nina talk, now she stutter when she speak
"Nardo, why y'all on his ass?" 'Cause he said what he said
I heard he just bought a vest, he must gon' put it on his head
"Nardo, why y'all on his ass?" 'Cause he did what he did
I heard that nigga got a bag, he better leave it for the kids
F**kin' with my chains on, they sound like jingle bells
Her moanin' just like singin', so it sound like Christmas carols
Got killers outside waitin' just in case them niggas twirl
He hidin', we can't get him? Okay, send a pretty girl