Money Man ft. Kut Lyrics

Bro said he like my converse man these is Ricky bitch

I'm in Soho running through these hundred's and them fifty's bitch

Just got off the cop block rolling three point fives of sticky shit

I can't leave the house I don't feel safe without the blick equipped

I cut niggas off soon as they start calling me money man

That shit ain't no joke that jealous shit ain't nothing funny man

Why these niggas always watch the pockets of another man

How about you go get you some rubber bands brother man

All this Ricky and stone island on my body I'm too fly

If you seen the girl I wifed you'd probably think I was that guy

If you hit this blunt I rolled you might tweak out and get too high

Got takahashi undercover jackets mixed with number nine

Bro got the gla coupe we going to take off Nigga play brodie blowing his face off

All these niggas they really be fake soft trying to play Superman for a hoe

If he play that with us then we blowing his cape off

All these hits I done made and they still trying to ask me the way I be getting this cake off

I don't got any words for a fake boss

They ain't fuckin wit me then that's they loss

I'm not losing no sleep at the end of the night I'm too pretty to fight so we upping the pipe

Bet them rugas ignite tuck that nigga goodnight and you knowing that's right

Got to guard my own life cause I'm really that nice

Niggas soak up the drip like a bowl full of rice

And the punch lines to tight they be hittin like mike

I upgraded from Nike but I'm still about a check

Time moving slow mo I start sipping tech

When I hopped in the whip started swerving the benz

I can't accept offers four hundred or less

Thank god everyday and I count all my blessings

Put trust in my guys and I scream fuck the rest

Hurd a op talked hot let's go put him to rest

If the scene get hot then I turn on the jets

Might dip out the state

Watch me dodge every jake

Because I leave with no trace

Yeah yeah I'm a ghost

Get the fuck out my face

Couldn't tell that it's fake

Because they only show love when you make it

But fuck it I'll still get it lit in this bitch

I'm usually outside walking around wearing drip

You wore that shirt one time just for the flicks

Everybody stay quiet cause the grip on my hip

You know what could happen if u heard dump the clip

If the cops trying to speak then I'm pleading the fifth

I'm a virus on beats because my style too sick

My fingers changed colors from thumbing blue strips

Just walked outta Saks with a pair of new kicks

Might go blow a bag eating out at Ruth Chris

Got to flex on my ops before I cut loose ends

If no one switched up then you could've had this