Monopoly ft. sleepy & Bando Brando Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
If this money come on time,
Then I don't need nobody else
Shorty lookin' so damn fine,
I might just keep her to myself
It ain't safe when you outside,
So you should keep it in the house
All my dawgs are down for life,
& we don't need no fuckin' help
Uh, they tryna copy me, yeah
I rock designer like I hit the lottery,
It's like a robbery
Runnin' a bag up like it's a monopoly,
It's how it gotta be
Gotta keep goin' til my mama proud of me,
I do it properly
In love with this money, we practice monogamy
Run up a check, bitch, I'm winnin
I'm finna spaz for the cash, I'ma get it
I did some bad, but I knew it was risky
Whole lotta business be keepin' me busy
Thumb through the money, them hunnids and fifties
Left wrist fifty, right wrist fifty
Hundred K, this shit got me sitchy
Can't trust niggas, cause they too iffy
Whole lotta birds, they be flockin' together
I'm in my bag, I be coppin' whatever
Order some bottles, get popped in my section
Straight to the point, just point the direction
I show up, I be makin' an entrance
Countin' my losses, I know it's a blessing
Learnin' my lessons, I know it's a process
I just be trappin'
If this money come on time,
Then I don't need nobody else
Shorty lookin' so damn fine,
I might just keep it to myself
It ain't safe when you outside,
So you should keep it in the house
All my dawgs went down for life,
& we don't need no fuckin' help
Uh, they tryna copy me, yeah
I rock designer like I hit the lottery
It's like a robbery
Runnin' a bag up like it's a monopoly
It's how it gotta be
Gotta keep goin' til my mama proud of me,
I do it properly
In love with this money, we practice monogamy
Walk through the trenches, no heat
I'm walkin' on beats,
I walk in my sleep
Shout out my brother, yeah, this for Naveen
Gang takin dubs in our sleep
Shout out to Palestine, you gon' be free
Foot on the gas, I don't see the speed
Yeah, I'm goin' fast, I'm not countin' horses
Lost in the crib like this bitch a Fortress
Back in the day when I would rock forces
Simpler times, now I'm thinkin' I need some more shit
Body the beat, now you hearing corpses
I cannot picture myself goin' corporate
My name would sound really good on a Forbes list
I wanna give poor and some more shit
I need the baddest of bitches that's gorgeous
Heart made of gold that shit enormous
If this money come on time,
Then I don't need nobody else
Shorty lookin' so damn fine,
I might just keep it to myself
It ain't safe when you outside,
So you should keep it in the house
All my dawgs went down for life,
& we don't need no fuckin' help
Uh, they tryna copy me, yeah
I rock designer like I hit the lottery
It's like a robbery
Runnin' a bag up like it's a monopoly
It's how it gotta be
Gotta keep goin' til my mama proud of me,
I do it properly
In love with this money, we practice monogamy