Money Man - Memphis Lyrics

(Beatmonster)
(Shroomz for pres')

I'm down in Memphis, my Glock got extensions
My BM she trippin', she think I'm laid up with a mistress
But really I'm trappin' hard sellin' these Skittles
I want a lot, I don't want just a little
My bitches they bad and they very conceited
My plug tried to tax me, I'm feelin' mistreated
I told my lil' niggas to go 'head and eat 'em
Lil' mama say that she love me so deeply
Been knowin' no, maybe this shit look creepy
Bad bitch from South Haven, said she wanna please me
Mixtape in four hours this shit too easy
Dreads and the beard got me lookin' like Jesus
Sell you a bag of OG in some Yeezy's
Just caught a play up in Gotti, shit Privé

She love my pipe I be layin' it down
Walk in the kitchen and weigh up a pound
I get face in the booth, 'cause it help me create
I dont talk or debate, I just aim at your face
Sorry lil' shawty we can't go on dates
Knew he was sheisty, it's wrote on his face
Push up on us that's a deadly mistake
Just hit the Shell Fish and swiped for a plate
Silverback money I'm just like a ape
He called for a feature, he really want bags
I did him verse and he purchased some bags
Lil' bih from V-Live she throwin' that ass
Yes I was destined to go get some cash
So much hate inside yo' heart why you mad at me
Feel like a quarterback, hoes tryna tackle me
Burnin' on Wedding Cake, defyin' gravity
Went to the Bronx, I'm concealin' my F&N
Yeah it might kill me but I'm pourin' medicine
Fly like a pelican, run up them racks
That's was my destiny, superstar OG
I know that you smellin' me
Do dirt alone 'cause these niggas might tell on me
THC all in my brownie
This snackin' ain't regular, yeah
Shootin' at all my competitors, yeah
CBD all in my body, I'm lifted
They smell the shit that I'm smokin' and walkin'
All these blue hundred won't fit in shoe boxes
My lil' niggas heartless they ain't got a conscience
I grabbed that ass 'cause I ain't got no etiquette
Burnin' on God's Gift, im feelin' so heaven sent
Went up to Jersey they said I was country
But one thang they can't say is I ain't got money
Ha

Secret compartment my Tahoe
Quavo shit, I'm the head huncho
Bad bitch and she from Morocco
Jugg in the mornin', Alonzo
You ain't tryna buy ain't no convo
Source with the tree he Armenian
He get it to me expediently
He know a nigga be needin' it
She know a nigga be needin' her
My dick is wet I be feedin' her
I almost f*cked up her femur
Intentions like give her the breeze off
Swipe her a purse with a Visa
I never ever mistreat her
Bally my headband and sneakers
Yeah