Money Man - Servin Myself Lyrics

(Ayo, Manzz)
Haha, refund not a scam

I was on Waldrop servin' myself
I was on Candler, I was servin' myself
I was on the trap, I was servin' myself
Servin' half blind, they don't know how that felt
Servin' no peripheral, they don't know how that felt
Stuffin' grams, dog, don't know how that felt
Drop a pin, dog, I'ma bring 'em to you
I'll f*ck around, got chills in the booth
She was thirty deep in the spot, I was solo
Hoppin' out, walkin' in, servin' him ten bowls
Servin' these niggas from the backseat on Glenwood
Then a nigga car steal a case out of Ellenwood
Ridin' through serenade, catchin' them plays
Used to throw the profit on the bitches at Blaze
Columbia, dry serve a nigga at Checkers
Hit a lot of licks, we was livin' real reckless

Me and B, with his lil' bro had to strike
Left a 100K in the crib at night
Drop a whole pint in the red at night
12 got behind us and we fled that night
'Fore he hit the cash, caught a red-eye flight
Tryna box up, could've lost my life
I'm seein' death, keeps me cryin' at night
I'm seein' death, get to cryin' at night
Hit a few plugs that weren't my worth
I don't understand, had to feed my child
They don't understand, had to feed my mama
Runnin' my city with a dirty ass chopper
Me and twin choppers, he ran up with shawty
We was at the house, countin' 80K large
Real deal trap shit, why would I lie?
Real deal scam shit, why would I lie?
Born with a curse that took my eye
I ain't ever let a nigga take my fire
Smoke, hit a lick, then we dropped it on me
Shawty hit a lick, then dropped he 'em on me
Had a ho Eastside, shoppin' with me
Prices so cheap, they couldn't argue with me
So many flavors, I had a white boy plug
You used to count four-hundred fiftys and dubs
Leave my chopper by the grace of God
Stampin' in doors, that swipe
Real plug, door sale price
Yeah, nigga came with the ice
Nigga got hard like a vike'
Baby, your loyalty pricy
I was on the block, I was fightin'
I was in the bando, writin'

I was on Waldrop servin' myself
I was on Candler, I was servin' myself
I was on the trap, I was servin' myself
Servin' half blind, they don't know how that felt
Servin' no peripheral, they don't know how that felt
Stuffin' grams, dog, don't know how that felt
Drop a pin, dog, I'ma bring 'em to you
I'll f*ck around, got chills in the booth
She was thirty deep in the spot, I was solo
Hoppin' out, walkin' in, servin' him ten bowls
Servin' these niggas from the backseat on Glenwood
Then a nigga car steal a case out of Ellenwood
Ridin' through serenade, catchin' them plays
Used to throw the profit on the bitches at Blaze
Columbia, dry serve a nigga at Checkers
Hit a lot of licks, we was livin' real reckless