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Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Money Man Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Hook

Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower
You wastin’ my time cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got bales in the kitchen no cap ?
the counter
And that motorbreath tart when your burnin’ it sour
My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop that bag to my twins and they payin’ me monthly
If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy
YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky
They do it for free, thеy gon’ turn down the money
Finna hire somе Migos to cut down the harvest
Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage
Verse 1

We took your bands nigga you better charge it
Dumping these bags at luxury apartments
We 15 deep in this crib but it’s 300
One ?
walk inside niggas clutchin’ they cutters
Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button
Got plants all around we gon’ care ‘em and cut ‘em
He havin ‘bud, but it smellin’ like nothin’
Sell thirty a day, yeah we got this bitch jumpin’
Real estate I’m havin’ houses to sprout in
?
from Tulsa I drove through I-10
He want them prices, tryin’ to get logged in
Filter a fan, so we keepin’ the smell in
Shoot that bitch just like I’m Bradley Bill
Made it of reefer ain’t have a deal
Use to serve diesel, I ain’t talkin’ no neil
My lil’ vibe crazy with sex appeal
Trap on canola I’m turnin’ them over
This blick get bipolar this bitch get to spitting
Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provokin’
So If I reach for it, it’s gon be a killin’
Tryna show love but you can’t cause they might think you weak
So my prices is higher than heaven
Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin’ I pulled up and gave him a blessing

Hook

Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower
You wastin’ my time cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got bales in the kitchen no cap ?
the counter
And that motorbreath tart when your burnin’ it sour
My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop that bag to my twins and they payin’ me monthly
If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy
YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky
They do it for free, they gon’ turn down the money
Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest
Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage
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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

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Money Man – Coughing ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – Coughing ( Lyrics)
Lyrics by Money Man – “CROPTOBER” © 2023 Black Circle / EMPIRE
Hook

Binary triggers shoot double ‘
Whatever he buyin’, I’m frontin’ double
We just alike if you came from the struggle
Loadin’ these pounds man this shit was a struggle
I ain’t in the trap, come shop in the jungle
If I give you extra, then that mean I love you
Servin’ my white boy, that nigga from Austin
He lit that shit up, and couldn’t stop coughin’
35 P’s in the ?

If twelve search the car, then I’ma finna get bound
Fuck it, we finna stick to the plan
My arabic plug said he apart of Hamas
I know his son, so he lowered the cost
Billionaire nigga from shrooms and crops
Hit up my line, and I ship you a box
Bag for 15 say nothing but capella
We’ll come and spin that bitch like some propellers
Burnin’ on chocolate, we call it Nutella
I’ma be countin’ this broccoli forever
Lightin’ up 22 just like it’s Adam
Glitchin’ the bank out, just like this shit Madden
We stayin’ Sonic, I drink by the gallon
I’ma make M’s from the ?
housing

Verse 1

?
them niggas is Muslim
Secret location, got girls out in Dublin
Grow spot be smellin’ like cherry and onions
Bilingual trap, I be servin’ the Tongan
Crib full of Amazons, I’m sellin’ fungus
Burnin’ that orang weed I call it Sunkist
Apple Pay, we got schemed up in hundreds
China man pull up and drop off a hundred
Get that shit gone nigga, you better dump it
Lodefs or hidefs, tell me I’ll budget
Power bill high, had to make some changes
Gardener school, I got growers in training
Blueberry Mint man this shit tastin’ healthy
Fifty bag shipment PB and Jelly
They buy this shit here as soon as they smell it
Eatin’ a THC waffle for breakfast
Big Money groovy I shift psychedelic
He ran from the trap, but I never confessed it
Half a M from the crypto, you should of invested
I count up some money to fight my depression
Shootin’ myself, I can’t pay for protection
Burnin’ these mints got my Maybach congested
Oregon, Cali I’m havin’ connections
Only big orders, ain’t servin’ no peasants

Hook

Binary triggers shoot double ‘
Whatever he buyin’, I’m frontin’ double
We just alike if you came from the struggle
Loadin’ these pounds man this shit was a struggle
I ain’t in the trap, come shop in the jungle
If I give you extra, then that mean I love you
Servin’ my white boy, that nigga from Austin
He lit that shit up, and couldn’t stop coughin’
35 P’s ?

If twelve search the car, then I’ma finna get bound
Fuck it, we finna stick to the plan
My arabic plug said he apart of Hamas
I know his son, so he lowered the cost
Billionaire nigga from shrooms and crops
Hit up my line, and I ship you a box
Bag for 15, say nothing but capella
We’ll come and spin that bitch like some propellers
Burnin’ on chocolate, we call it Nutella
I’ma be countin’ this broccoli forever
Lightin’ up 22 just like it’s Adam
Glitchin’ the bank out, just like this shit Madden
We stayin’ Sonic, I drink by the gallon
I’ma make M’s from the ?
housing
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog