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Money Man

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Money Man

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They used to call me uncle murda

Now it's the money man, I get paper

The next day I walk round, with like 30 grand

You know I like the paper, on the most off

And my old G told me, that's not how it goes, dog

Boy you better stack your paper, when the feds come

You gonn need a good lawyer and money for bail, son

Them bitches ain't gonn be there for you

When it's fucked up

They rockin with your dear homie

Cause you they come up

So a nigga smarten up, I started listenin

Stop drinking all the most and start pimpin in

I don't pay they rent no more, that done been my shit

They the reason I'm at the louie store, buying fly shit

I be high all day homie, off that loud pack

So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me

I be getting money, main

Man I'm getting money

I be high all day homie, off that loud pack

So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me

I be getting money, main

Man I'm get money

They used to call me lil homie

Now it's big dog, I was nickle and a diamond

Now I get rick soft

They once call me number 2, cause I'm the shit dawg

Don't make me number one, y'all don't wanna see me pissed off

I don't know who to trust, niggas is shady

Bitch I had a called more, that is not my baby

I make it rain tonight, let's do a backflip

For my hard earned money bitches gotta do bad tricks

Talking bout that threesome, I did a foursome

They treat me like I'm a king, it felt awesome

They might be the effort but he gave me back nada

Soft vale layin about pipin his baby mama

I be high all day homie, off that loud pack

So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me

I be getting money, main

Man I'm getting money

I be high all day homie, off that loud pack

So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me

I be getting money, main

Man I'm get money

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