The Money Man Lyrics

I'm counting up the blues and I'm counting up the green

They calling me the grinch, 'cause they know the dick is mean

You drinking out the bottle, lil' nigga, you is a fiend

I'm smoking on gelato, listening to Baby Keem

Come here lil' baby, come join the winning team

And my money hella tall, bitch, I'm feeling like Kareem

And yeah, we like to party, and I double cup my lean

And we spinning on his block, and I shoot like 23

Uh, admission

I put the clip to his head, with a Glock with a switch and you know I'm not missing, uh

Gun like a mistletoe, it get to kissing, uh

I'm balling for the bucks, you shoot like the Pistons

They fucked up his cup, now he get to tripping

My watch on the floor, then you get to slipping

Over there, hoes see me and they just stare

And you fucking with my money, lil' nigga, no don't you dare

And they stream a nigga music, every city, everywhere

I just want my bag, shit, for all I care

Where yo ass was at when I was sleeping on the floor

Where yo ass was when I was hella fucking broke

Where yo ass was at, when a nigga got back doored

Now I'm balling for that green but I shoot like 24

These niggas is some bitches and they on they Tyler Perry shit

Yo girl must be a waitress from the way she really want the tip

And I'm speaking from my mind, and I'm shooting with some confidence

And these niggas hate so bad, and they want to put a stop to this

Ay, but I'ma keep on going

Just like she on her period, I'ma keep on flowing, ha

Niggas knowing, I'm the fucking money man

I'm fucking on your bitch, then I do the dirty dan

She say she really love me, but she really love the bands

Ay, but I don't blame her

'Cause even if she did, shit, I wouldn't claim her

These niggas say they flowing, but they repeating the same verse

But when a nigga die, make sure the cash up in my hearse