(Ayy-ayy-ayy, Sauceman)
(Ryda, what you cookin' up?)
Yeah, all these hoes look up to you
Them ballers tryna f*ck with you
No waist, but you got ass
You a freak, but you got class
Bitch play with you, you gon' spaz
Closet full of different bags
Fly to New York on a Tuesday
Just to shop and watch a movie
Hit Miami on a Friday, then we leave that bitch to fly away
Saudi Arabian gold presidential cover on my wrist
It's cold, I bought a Dior quilt just to cover up my bitch
You ain't a stepper dawg, so you can't come hang around this shit
I came up in DeKalb county, playin' around with all them bricks
I'm havin' paper like the Nasdaq
I bought a Urus and a 'Cat
I can't take my youngins nowhere 'cause they don't know how to act
They gon' switch some shit for surely
They might take a nigga jewelry
Letterman Givenchy, big money, and he keep it P
Bitch, I'm tryna smash some shit
I ain't tryna keep the peace
Label want an album from me, I'ma need an M at least
Come on, bae, let's fly to Greece
We gon' stay here 'bout a week
Ain't spinnin', you can't hang, beat it
Lil' charge in The Bay, I beat it
Paris fashion on me, uh
I put fashion on all her, uh
Got you rockin' designer
Might ship you out to China
Love them nails and them toes
I came up movin' them 'bows
Latest year 'Rari, me and you
Private dinner, bae, me and you
These hoes ain't seein' you
Tennis bracelet and the ring too
Come on to the crib, come and vibe with a real one, it's mando'
I got scars all over me from trappin' out them bandos
Digi' scale with the residue
Lil' mama so pleasurable
Dinner time, we hit Eddie V's
Cali pull up 'bout a load of Ps (Cali pull up 'bout a load of Ps)
Yeah, all these hoes look up to you
Them ballers tryna f*ck with you
No waist, but you got ass
You a freak, but you got class
Bitch play with you, you gon' spaz
Closet full of different bags
Fly to New York on a Tuesday
Just to shop and watch a movie
Hit Miami on a Friday, then we leave that bitch to fly away
Saudi Arabian gold presidential cover on my wrist
It's cold, I bought a Dior quilt just to cover up my bitch
Money Man - Cover Up Lyrics
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(Ayy-ayy-ayy, Sauceman)
(Ryda, what you cookin' up?)
Yeah, all these hoes look up to you
Them ballers tryna f*ck with you
No waist, but you got ass
You a freak, but you got class
Bitch play with you, you gon' spaz
Closet full of different bags
Fly to New York on a Tuesday
Just to shop and watch a movie
Hit Miami on a Friday, then we leave that bitch to fly away
Saudi Arabian gold presidential cover on my wrist
It's cold, I bought a Dior quilt just to cover up my bitch
You ain't a stepper dawg, so you can't come hang around this shit
I came up in DeKalb county, playin' around with all them bricks
I'm havin' paper like the Nasdaq
I bought a Urus and a 'Cat
I can't take my youngins nowhere 'cause they don't know how to act
They gon' switch some shit for surely
They might take a nigga jewelry
Letterman Givenchy, big money, and he keep it P
Bitch, I'm tryna smash some shit
I ain't tryna keep the peace
Label want an album from me, I'ma need an M at least
Come on, bae, let's fly to Greece
We gon' stay here 'bout a week
Ain't spinnin', you can't hang, beat it
Lil' charge in The Bay, I beat it
Paris fashion on me, uh
I put fashion on all her, uh
Got you rockin' designer
Might ship you out to China
Love them nails and them toes
I came up movin' them 'bows
Latest year 'Rari, me and you
Private dinner, bae, me and you
These hoes ain't seein' you
Tennis bracelet and the ring too
Come on to the crib, come and vibe with a real one, it's mando'
I got scars all over me from trappin' out them bandos
Digi' scale with the residue
Lil' mama so pleasurable
Dinner time, we hit Eddie V's
Cali pull up 'bout a load of Ps (Cali pull up 'bout a load of Ps)
Yeah, all these hoes look up to you
Them ballers tryna f*ck with you
No waist, but you got ass
You a freak, but you got class
Bitch play with you, you gon' spaz
Closet full of different bags
Fly to New York on a Tuesday
Just to shop and watch a movie
Hit Miami on a Friday, then we leave that bitch to fly away
Saudi Arabian gold presidential cover on my wrist
It's cold, I bought a Dior quilt just to cover up my bitch
(Ryda, what you cookin' up?)
Yeah, all these hoes look up to you
Them ballers tryna f*ck with you
No waist, but you got ass
You a freak, but you got class
Bitch play with you, you gon' spaz
Closet full of different bags
Fly to New York on a Tuesday
Just to shop and watch a movie
Hit Miami on a Friday, then we leave that bitch to fly away
Saudi Arabian gold presidential cover on my wrist
It's cold, I bought a Dior quilt just to cover up my bitch
You ain't a stepper dawg, so you can't come hang around this shit
I came up in DeKalb county, playin' around with all them bricks
I'm havin' paper like the Nasdaq
I bought a Urus and a 'Cat
I can't take my youngins nowhere 'cause they don't know how to act
They gon' switch some shit for surely
They might take a nigga jewelry
Letterman Givenchy, big money, and he keep it P
Bitch, I'm tryna smash some shit
I ain't tryna keep the peace
Label want an album from me, I'ma need an M at least
Come on, bae, let's fly to Greece
We gon' stay here 'bout a week
Ain't spinnin', you can't hang, beat it
Lil' charge in The Bay, I beat it
Paris fashion on me, uh
I put fashion on all her, uh
Got you rockin' designer
Might ship you out to China
Love them nails and them toes
I came up movin' them 'bows
Latest year 'Rari, me and you
Private dinner, bae, me and you
These hoes ain't seein' you
Tennis bracelet and the ring too
Come on to the crib, come and vibe with a real one, it's mando'
I got scars all over me from trappin' out them bandos
Digi' scale with the residue
Lil' mama so pleasurable
Dinner time, we hit Eddie V's
Cali pull up 'bout a load of Ps (Cali pull up 'bout a load of Ps)
Yeah, all these hoes look up to you
Them ballers tryna f*ck with you
No waist, but you got ass
You a freak, but you got class
Bitch play with you, you gon' spaz
Closet full of different bags
Fly to New York on a Tuesday
Just to shop and watch a movie
Hit Miami on a Friday, then we leave that bitch to fly away
Saudi Arabian gold presidential cover on my wrist
It's cold, I bought a Dior quilt just to cover up my bitch
Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
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Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING