Tag: Money Man

Money Man – IG Story ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – IG Story ( Lyrics )
They lookin’ on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave
Any nigga think about robbin’ me gon’ get put in a grave
I put them P’s on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days
So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin’ for three days
We on them ARP’s with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played
My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades
These niggas bitin’, they can’t help it, this shit spread just like the plague
In that white ‘Vette with the red guts, this shit look like candy canes
Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout, then go home and laugh
If you can’t handle the street life, then you should’ve chose a different path
I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab
I just want the neck, lil’ mama, come and give me some giraffe
Verse
In the yellow Lamborghini, this bitch not a taxi cab
Big Money shoot that stick so good, them nigga gon’ send me in the draft
I done purchased so many handguns, me and FN should collab
I’m with ten hoes in Matsuhisa, pickin’ up the tab
Oh, you broke? You need to cop some reefer and dump a couple bags
After I shoot, I toss that blick like Trevor Lawrence with the Jazz
I’m too up, these niggas mad, I’m in Saks Fifth, poppin’ tags
My girl been loyal, so I told her, “Whatever you want, bae, you can have”
Damn, she always in the gym, damn, I’m always drainin’ Squares
Had to drive that pack myself ‘cause niggas started actin’ scared
I got ‘shrooms, I got flower, pull up on my play prepared
While lil’ mama top me off, I’m rubbin’ on her baby hairs
I done bought so much LV, the company need to give me shares
She ain’t ever gone find another nigga like me, I’m too rare
I got muscles, I keep liftin’ all these pounds, my shoulders sore
All my growers love me to death, you know we got a good rapport, let’s go

Chorus
They lookin’ on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave
Any nigga think about robbin’ me gon’ get put in a grave
I put them P’s on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days
So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin’ for three days
We on them ARP’s with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played
My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades
These niggas bitin’, they can’t help it, this shit spread just like the plague
In that white ‘Vette with the red guts, this shit look like candy canes
Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout, then go home and laugh
If you can’t handle the street life, then you should’ve chose a different path
I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab
I just want the neck, lil’ mama, come and give me some giraffe
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Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics )
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 them bales in the kitchen, no cap ‘cause the counter
And that motorbreath tart when you burnin’ it sour
Yeah, she bad, my lil’ bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop them bags to my twin, 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 stankin’ and crunchy
YTB pockets, you know that thеy fat and they chunky
They gon’ do it for free, they gon’ turn down thе money
Finna hire some ‘migos to cut down the harvest
I ain’t cash out the plug ‘cause he sent me some garbage
Verse
If we took all your bands, nigga, you better charge it
We dumping these bags out of luxury apartments
We fifteen deep in this crib, but it’s three-hundred bubbas
When play 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’s smellin’ like nothin’
Sell thirty a day, yeah, we got this bitch jumpin’
Real estate, I’m havin’ houses to sprout in
These bags from Tulsa, I drove ‘em through I-10
He want these prices, he tryin’ to get locked in
Filter a fan, so we keepin’ the smell in
Shoot that bitch just like I’m Bradley Beal
Made it off reefer, ain’t have a deal
Used to serve diesel, I ain’t talkin’ no Neil
My lil’ vibe crazy with sex appeal
Trap on Panola, I’m turnin’ ‘em over
This blick, it 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

Chorus
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 them bales in the kitchen, no cap ‘cause the counter
And that motorbreath tart when you burnin’ it sour
Yeah, she bad, my lil’ bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop them bags to my twin, 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 stankin’ and crunchy
YTB pockets, you know that they fat and they chunky
They gon’ do it for free, they gon’ turn down the money
Finna hire some ‘migos to cut down the harvest
I ain’t cash out the plug ‘cause he sent me some garbage
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Money Man – Alpha Bay ( Lyrics) Letra Money Man Money Man – Alpha Bay ( Lyrics )
Chorus

One house with ten rooms, high yieldin’ in farming
I’m trippin’, I hope I ain’t fuck up this harvest
In one building, I got like three different ‘partments
I go shop at Bergdof to cop me some garments
Vegan weed, we grew this shit with some spring water (Alawais)
This shit ain’t cheap, better come with your best offer
I’m really servin’ bags, I’m not a TikToker
He hold a fifty, I pulled up with three partners
Six choppers, only the Circle, no flip-floppers
Top shelf or low deps, you know I got two options
She ride the dick like a bull, baby, don’t stop it
BOA, Navy Fed ‘drawals, niggas can’t knock it
Sometimes, I middle-man, I put the tops on ‘em
AlphaBay shit, nigga, I’m droppin’ sauce on ‘em
Let niggas get wild and I’m lettin’ off on ‘em
Verse

Fontana, I’m brunchin’, on salad, I’m munchin’
Them numbers, I’m punchin’, that dry weed is crunchy
They still finna grab it, they know it ain’t average
The bank need ID, I’ma email or fax it
Got hoes in the Czech Republic on them tablets
They makin’ them old niggas send that cabbage
We not the same, I’m out of niggas’ stratos’
I’m uppin’ that flame if niggas get too active
Got shrooms, bars, and resin, my bitch thick and sexy
This Rolex impressive, got binary weapons
Got four different spots and they all havin’ plenty
Sellin’ weed, talkin’ THC, I got my hands in ‘em
They hard to keep up with, I let my bitch run ‘em
I done went platinum, but I still got street money
I done went platinum, but I still be fried and shit
Don’t get it twisted, I’ll still come and off some shit
Routing and checking account, I devour it
Grow house need tons of the power, rerouting it
Counted out forty mil’, why they be doubting it?
Exotic bitch with me, just got through countin’ it
Niggas spend dimes, then you know we gon’ counter it
I’m good with math, so you know I’m accountin’ it
Ain’t feel like countin’, so I money counter it
Servin’ my Haitian, we met at the Mandarin
Chorus

One house with ten rooms, high yieldin’ in farming
I’m trippin’, I hope I ain’t fuck up this harvest
In one building, I got like three different ‘partments
I go shop at Bergdof to cop me some garments
Vegan weed, we grew this shit with some spring water
This shit ain’t cheap, better come with your best offer
I’m really servin’ bags, I’m not a TikToker
He hold a fifty, I pulled up with three partners
Six choppers, only the Circle, no flip-floppers
Top shelf or low deps, you know I got two options
She ride the dick like a bull, baby, don’t stop it
BOA, Navy Fed ‘drawals, niggas can’t knock it
Sometimes, I middle-man, I put the tops on ‘em
AlphaBay shit, nigga, I’m droppin’ sauce on ‘em
Let niggas get wild and I’m lettin’ off on ‘em
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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
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Money Man – IG Story ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – IG Story (Lyrics)

They lookin’ on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave
Any nigga think about robbin’ me gon’ get put in a grave
I put them P’s on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days
So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin’ for three days
We on them ARP’s with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played
My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades
These niggas bitin’, they can’t help it, this shit spread just like the plague
In that white ‘Vette with the red guts, this shit look like candy canes
Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout, then go home and laugh
If you can’t handle the street life, then you should’ve chose a different path
I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab
I just want the neck, lil’ mama, come and give me some giraffe

In the yellow Lamborghini, this bitch not a taxi cab
Big Money shoot that stick so good, them nigga gon’ send me in the draft
I done purchased so many handguns, me and FN should collab
I’m with ten hoes in Matsuhisa, pickin’ up the tab
Oh, you broke? You need to cop some reefer and dump a couple bags
After a shoot, I toss that blick like Trevor Lawrence with the Jazz
I’m too up, these niggas mad
I’m in Saks Fifth, poppin’ tags
My girl been loyal, so I told her, “Whatever you want, bae, you can have”
Damn, she always in the gym, damn, I’m always drainin’ squares
Had to drive that pack myself ‘cause niggas started actin’ scared
I got shrooms, I got flower, pull up on my play prepared
While lil’ mama to me off, I’m rubbin’ on her baby hairs
I done bought so much LV, the company need to give me shares
She ain’t ever gone find another nigga like me, I’m too rare
I got muscles, I keep liftin’ all these pounds, my shoulders sore
All my growers love me to death, you know we got a good rapport, let’s go

They lookin’ on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave
Any nigga think about robbin’ me gon’ get put in a grave
I put them P’s on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days
So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin’ for three days
We on them ARP’s with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played
My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades
These niggas bitin’, they can’t help it, this shit spread just like the plague
In that white ‘Vette with the red guts, this shit look like candy canes
Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout, then go home and laugh
If you can’t handle the street life, then you should’ve chose a different path
I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab
I just want the neck, lil’ mama, come and give me some giraffe

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Money Man – Confused ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Money Man Money Man – Confused ( Lyrics Lyrics)

hook

The high that i got got me feeling confused
Eating food that is thc infused
Oh he tough, pull out the switch on the dude
I need a bitch who agrees with my views
What’s your favorite strain, there’s too many to choose
He get death if he ever switch up on the crew
Nigga play with my name then he losin’ a screw
Got 100 pack in one day i done ran through
I got 100k i had done spent all on some shoes
Send your addy, i pull up and bring ‘em to you
I got hoes in the hangout who lovin’ the kid
I got p’s in containers that come on the rig
I got glocks that is focused on binary triggers
I got a profile and i’m finna primary it
She love when i’m around she love when i spit
She come to the crib she gon’ fuck up the rhythm

verse 1

Come get a pack, he gon’ crop out the rest
(?…) look everyone it was over a zip
(?…) did you know that i (?…) at the hip
For the circle you know that i would jump off a cliff
For real
All my bitches get spoiled with tips and these gifts cause i know they gon’ ride for the boss like a lyft
If i ever get crossed, i’ma split someone’s shit
And i feel like (?…) cause a p gon’ get flicked
I be clearin’ accounts, i be wipin’ ‘em out
Too many growers, don’t know bout a drout
Thought it was over, but this shit is global
They know i’m the mogul, i’m burnin’ on soju
Got a grower in new york on the rooftop
I got too many rats for a shoebox
I got lapd lights for the ambience
She gon’ make that ass clap like an audience
I like to (?…) bravery
I got a purple heart, she cannot help it, she rippin’ my shoulder apart
Crib dispensary they comin’ with shopping carts
Hustlin’ is crazy, that shit is body art
These niggas (?…) they know i’m the biggest shark
Niggas can’t hustle and that is the saddest part
They know when i drop, i’m finna take off the chart
I’m havin’ treats niggas i’m (?…)

hook

The high that i got got me feeling confused
Eating food that is thc infused
Oh he tough, pull out the switch on the dude
I need a bitch who agrees with my views
What’s your favorite strain, there’s too many to choose
He get death if he ever switch up on the crew
Nigga play with my name then he losin’ a screw
Got 100 pack in one day i done ran through
I got 100k i had done spent all on some shoes
Send your addy, i pull up and bring ‘em to you
I got hoes in the hangout who lovin’ the kid
I got p’s in containers that come on the rig
I got glocks that is focused on binary triggers
I got a profile and i’m finna primary it
She love when i’m around she love when i spit
She come to the crib she gon’ fuck up the rhythm
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