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CAROUSEL Video (MV)




Performed By: Money Man
Featuring: Zaytoven, Trauma Tone
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: John Carrington Jr., Tysen Jay Bolding, Xavier Dotson




Money Man - CAROUSEL Lyrics
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[ Featuring Zaytoven, Trauma Tone ]

(Trauma Tone)
(Zaytoven)

I just walked up to the carousel, my luggage full of Ps
I'm infusin' all my weed, all my bitches get APs
I give Gens to all my nigga, I binary all my triggers
I put handguards on my sticks, I'm the first in on the lick
My bitch look good with no makeup, your bitch ugly, that's a shame
One of you dumb-ass niggas gon' die tryna come and snatch my chain
PSA, I'm takin' over, 'Za stuffed in the Fendi roller
They say you like the niggas you hang around, they all scam and they growers

My whole circle gettin' money, your whole circle full of bums
Have my niggas on the run, we'll spin some shit for fun
F*ck me good, I'll pay your rent, f*ck me good, you'll get Chanel
I don't hate on other niggas, but her ex was lame as hell
Got a section full of bitches, all them hoes is throwin' ones
Got a warehouse full of plants, you buy a hundred, you could come
Nigga, don't talk to my AR, talk 'bout money and shut your f*ckin' mouth
She leave hearts in my DM, I'ma say these my BM
I don't f*ck with FBI, think it's sweet, then come and try
That shit weak, these nigga smokin', don't be scared, babe, bust it open
Blew a .30 up in Strokers, big ol' .40 on me pokin'
I'm in Dallas for the playoffs, watchin' Luca shoot a trey ball
I'ma get racks no matter what, I'ma have motion no matter what
Nigga say he real, but somethin' fishy, it ain't addin' up
My lil' thick bitch from Panola, fine as hell and keep a blower
Nigga shop with me like Kroger, nigga shop with me like Publix
You can't get this strain of shit too high, and, nigga, you on the budget
Nigga, be quiet with all that huffin', get your life took over nothin'
Get your bitch hooked, now she gang, catch a hat, come get a chain
Wanna win? Come f*ck with me
Want some 'Za? Come f*ck with me, let's go

I just walked up to the carousel, my luggage full of Ps
I'm infusin' all my weed, all my bitches get APs
I give Gens to all my nigga, I binary all my triggers
I put handguards on my sticks, I'm the first in on the lick
My bitch look good with no makeup, your bitch ugly, that's a shame
One of you dumb-ass niggas gon' die tryna come and snatch my chain
PSA, I'm takin' over, 'Za stuffed in the Fendi roller
They say you like the niggas you hang around, they all scam and they growers
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(Trauma Tone)
(Zaytoven)

I just walked up to the carousel, my luggage full of Ps
I'm infusin' all my weed, all my bitches get APs
I give Gens to all my nigga, I binary all my triggers
I put handguards on my sticks, I'm the first in on the lick
My bitch look good with no makeup, your bitch ugly, that's a shame
One of you dumb-ass niggas gon' die tryna come and snatch my chain
PSA, I'm takin' over, 'Za stuffed in the Fendi roller
They say you like the niggas you hang around, they all scam and they growers

My whole circle gettin' money, your whole circle full of bums
Have my niggas on the run, we'll spin some shit for fun
F*ck me good, I'll pay your rent, f*ck me good, you'll get Chanel
I don't hate on other niggas, but her ex was lame as hell
Got a section full of bitches, all them hoes is throwin' ones
Got a warehouse full of plants, you buy a hundred, you could come
Nigga, don't talk to my AR, talk 'bout money and shut your f*ckin' mouth
She leave hearts in my DM, I'ma say these my BM
I don't f*ck with FBI, think it's sweet, then come and try
That shit weak, these nigga smokin', don't be scared, babe, bust it open
Blew a .30 up in Strokers, big ol' .40 on me pokin'
I'm in Dallas for the playoffs, watchin' Luca shoot a trey ball
I'ma get racks no matter what, I'ma have motion no matter what
Nigga say he real, but somethin' fishy, it ain't addin' up
My lil' thick bitch from Panola, fine as hell and keep a blower
Nigga shop with me like Kroger, nigga shop with me like Publix
You can't get this strain of shit too high, and, nigga, you on the budget
Nigga, be quiet with all that huffin', get your life took over nothin'
Get your bitch hooked, now she gang, catch a hat, come get a chain
Wanna win? Come f*ck with me
Want some 'Za? Come f*ck with me, let's go

I just walked up to the carousel, my luggage full of Ps
I'm infusin' all my weed, all my bitches get APs
I give Gens to all my nigga, I binary all my triggers
I put handguards on my sticks, I'm the first in on the lick
My bitch look good with no makeup, your bitch ugly, that's a shame
One of you dumb-ass niggas gon' die tryna come and snatch my chain
PSA, I'm takin' over, 'Za stuffed in the Fendi roller
They say you like the niggas you hang around, they all scam and they growers
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Writer: John Carrington Jr., Tysen Jay Bolding, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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