Money Man & BC Marse – No Pressure ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Money Man Money Man & BC Marse – No Pressure ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Walk in the store coppin’ everything
Got a heavy charm, got a heavy chain
Get that paper, that bitch gotta let it bang
Made a smooth 50k off Ameritrade
Nigga I’m havin’ sauce, havin’ marinade
I put ?
in my lemonade
I’m just thankful I ain’t meet an early grave
Nigga havin’ m’s I might catch a fade
Nigga traffickin’ za, yeah the highest grade
Nigga pocket watchin’ I ain’t have an option
I was pound coppin’, outta town shoppin’
On the ground ?
nigga didn’t make it, so I started takin’
Got an affinity for bitches with asses
I hit it from the back, you know I gotta smack it
Show know my music, I’m makin’ them classics
We show no mercy, I ain’t givin’ them passes
?
got the hash and the mushroom
Havin’ this check, I fly a bitch out to Cancun
Countin’ on me, leavin’ niggas in Bayou
Nigga shut the fuck up, I can come and buy you
Lent you drive the lamboghini when the nigga pass by you
Oh you got a man, fuck it I’ma still try you
When ?
Better be careful, cause they might fry you
Real ?
Big Money havin’ cheddar like O Mayo
Boost my cred, I just glitched my FICO
Then a nigga trip, fuck around and go psycho
Buy her what she want, she can get whatever
Take her where she want, we can go wherever
Yeah
Put your hands on, never
I’ma send a nigga to meet the devil
?
?
Got a bad bitch and she bisexual
Got a purple heart, I need a medal
?
let me tell you
In my own class, niggas not on my level
Splurge on you little momma, you special
He ain’t on shit, I ain’t worried, no pressure
Yeah
He ain’t on shit, lil mamma no pressure
Come shop with me, you might get extra
Give a nigga two piece for a gesture
Came from the cow, I’ma eat some ?
Turn my back on my dogs, never
Yeah he got drip, but I’m way fresher
Locked up for life, bae let me tell you
Locked up for life, nigga ain’t no better
Whole lotta swipin’ over here in ?
Couldn’t grow shit, get killed for tellin’
How you got nigga get time for yellin’
?
?
on me she showin’ her medals
Street nigga shit, I keep it 1000
On probation, but I still got weapons
I’ma find the source and serve my ?
Gotta fuck ?
bae you sexy
Take my number lil mama please text me
I done got high, got hungry, got the munchies
?
Nigga gon’ walk in this bitch, no runnin’
?
Yeah
Yeah I got whole bag ?
and onions
It’s Croptober, got pounds and ?
He ain’t no plug, lil nigga quit frontin’
How you on the block all day and make nothin’
?
300 blackout leave a nigga under
I’m not ratskin
Got amigos in Cali givin’ me a tunnel
Verse 2: BC Marse
Yeah
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog