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AndersonPaak - Mansa Musa Lyrics
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Back on my bullshit

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!



Uh, my money, money

Pocket so dummy

That mean my money so sick, I might just cough up a hunnid

Rich girl in me own time zone, f*ck whoever

Shit, you gotta love me

Now if you owe me mine, better run it

A hunnid miles and runnin', yeah, I'm comin', still gunnin'

Shit that we be on, you could hate it or love it

And if I said it, then I meant it, mother f*cker, who want it?



Now I've been on some different shit lately

Like I need to dumb it down for this hip hop scene

Can only come around for this type shit here

If I have to bust around, it's on the hits, my dear

Now what we gwan do with all these hits over here?

Go up in smoke when I disappear, reappear

Hah, I'm just bein' sincere

Boss shit, how we do it?

Crack music, top tier, nigga

Shut it down, my nigga, chill

We could see right through that bullshit, you pussy, nigga, we could tell

Better believe my product sell

Made a billion off my bullshit and did it, nigga, high as hell

Overachiever, nigga, I excel

If my name is on this mother f*cker, better believe the stock's up

Professional winners around us

Better fly, leave the buildin', levitatin' on you mother f*cks



Back on my bullshit

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!



Mummy rap, double back, gimmie that

Real rich niggas never advertise that

Broke niggas always playin' rich, puttin' on an act

Whoa, nigga, when your money grow, maybe we could chat

But in the meantime, I remain streamlines

Back in my ends if ever my money decline

I double my wins, now look how my whole team shine

Hell no, blow out my dough, I'm tryna keep mine

Nigga, f*ck that snow up your nose, it's f*ckin' ski time

Ho-ho, call up the hoes, it's shoppin' spree time

Don't nobody roll in a Rolls Royce where we from

So I'm goin' stupid as soon as I get a lil' sum

Dumb, they should have never gave you niggas money!

Hey, watch your mouth boy

You don't ball, boy

You don' maxin' out credit cards, boy

I'ma cash cow, you a hog wart

Tell you anything, you would fall for it

Get the piece, you don't really want war

Why the mean mug? That's uncalled for



Now I'm back on my bullshit

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!
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Back on my bullshit

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!



Uh, my money, money

Pocket so dummy

That mean my money so sick, I might just cough up a hunnid

Rich girl in me own time zone, f*ck whoever

Shit, you gotta love me

Now if you owe me mine, better run it

A hunnid miles and runnin', yeah, I'm comin', still gunnin'

Shit that we be on, you could hate it or love it

And if I said it, then I meant it, mother f*cker, who want it?



Now I've been on some different shit lately

Like I need to dumb it down for this hip hop scene

Can only come around for this type shit here

If I have to bust around, it's on the hits, my dear

Now what we gwan do with all these hits over here?

Go up in smoke when I disappear, reappear

Hah, I'm just bein' sincere

Boss shit, how we do it?

Crack music, top tier, nigga

Shut it down, my nigga, chill

We could see right through that bullshit, you pussy, nigga, we could tell

Better believe my product sell

Made a billion off my bullshit and did it, nigga, high as hell

Overachiever, nigga, I excel

If my name is on this mother f*cker, better believe the stock's up

Professional winners around us

Better fly, leave the buildin', levitatin' on you mother f*cks



Back on my bullshit

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!



Mummy rap, double back, gimmie that

Real rich niggas never advertise that

Broke niggas always playin' rich, puttin' on an act

Whoa, nigga, when your money grow, maybe we could chat

But in the meantime, I remain streamlines

Back in my ends if ever my money decline

I double my wins, now look how my whole team shine

Hell no, blow out my dough, I'm tryna keep mine

Nigga, f*ck that snow up your nose, it's f*ckin' ski time

Ho-ho, call up the hoes, it's shoppin' spree time

Don't nobody roll in a Rolls Royce where we from

So I'm goin' stupid as soon as I get a lil' sum

Dumb, they should have never gave you niggas money!

Hey, watch your mouth boy

You don't ball, boy

You don' maxin' out credit cards, boy

I'ma cash cow, you a hog wart

Tell you anything, you would fall for it

Get the piece, you don't really want war

Why the mean mug? That's uncalled for



Now I'm back on my bullshit

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!
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Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Andre Romelle Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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