Countin' all this money, it got residue from weed on it
Nigga turned his back on me, but we ain't even finna speak on it
I bought her every bag up in Chanel, but we ain't gon' speak on it
I'm gambling with some Gucci dice, you disrespect, you pay the price
.300 Blackout and ARPs
I can shoot good, nigga, ask about me
Have a bitch walkin' in Givenchy
I can turn you up, no doubt about it
I'm stayin' fly like United
I'm stayin' fly like Delta
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like Spirit
You can hear the pain in my lyrics
Rich shooter, got foreigns
Spin a nigga in a Urus (yeah)
Nigga try and backdoor me, I'ma have to f*ck around and get hands on
Nigga try and backdoor me, I'ma f*ck around and hit him with the G-Flex
Got residue on that paper
Got blood all on that paper
I blow half and I save half, I ain't never took the safe path
I just bought her a Chanel bag and the earrings last week
My youngin don't like to shoot shit out of cars, he do it on feet
I'm finna pop this mushroom right now and get geeked
Gotta keep protection, this jewelry ain't cheap
Hermès for my mama, and my bitch, and my auntie
Come on baby, let's board this jet and go to Maui
Talkin' behind my back, I heard about it, that shit f*cked up
Bitch, we came from poverty, we ain't have no choice but to run it up
New SRT truck with red guts, it's too fast
New garage came with car charger, this play'll give you whiplash
Steal from me, that's shame on you
Do it twice, that's shame on me
I'll down him 'fore he take from me
I keep negativity away from me
I keep bad energy away from me
Used to keep racks in the hamper
All my bitches up to standards
All my whips the latest, yeah, I had to flex
Countin' all this money, it got residue from weed on it
Nigga turned his back on me, but we ain't even finna speak on it
I bought her every bag up in Chanel, but we ain't gon' speak on it
I'm gambling with some Gucci dice, you disrespect, you pay the price
.300 Blackout and ARPs
I can shoot good, nigga, ask about me
Have a bitch walkin' in Givenchy
I can turn you up, no doubt about it
I'm stayin' fly like United
I'm stayin' fly like Delta
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like American
Money Man - Staying Fly Lyrics
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Countin' all this money, it got residue from weed on it
Nigga turned his back on me, but we ain't even finna speak on it
I bought her every bag up in Chanel, but we ain't gon' speak on it
I'm gambling with some Gucci dice, you disrespect, you pay the price
.300 Blackout and ARPs
I can shoot good, nigga, ask about me
Have a bitch walkin' in Givenchy
I can turn you up, no doubt about it
I'm stayin' fly like United
I'm stayin' fly like Delta
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like Spirit
You can hear the pain in my lyrics
Rich shooter, got foreigns
Spin a nigga in a Urus (yeah)
Nigga try and backdoor me, I'ma have to f*ck around and get hands on
Nigga try and backdoor me, I'ma f*ck around and hit him with the G-Flex
Got residue on that paper
Got blood all on that paper
I blow half and I save half, I ain't never took the safe path
I just bought her a Chanel bag and the earrings last week
My youngin don't like to shoot shit out of cars, he do it on feet
I'm finna pop this mushroom right now and get geeked
Gotta keep protection, this jewelry ain't cheap
Hermès for my mama, and my bitch, and my auntie
Come on baby, let's board this jet and go to Maui
Talkin' behind my back, I heard about it, that shit f*cked up
Bitch, we came from poverty, we ain't have no choice but to run it up
New SRT truck with red guts, it's too fast
New garage came with car charger, this play'll give you whiplash
Steal from me, that's shame on you
Do it twice, that's shame on me
I'll down him 'fore he take from me
I keep negativity away from me
I keep bad energy away from me
Used to keep racks in the hamper
All my bitches up to standards
All my whips the latest, yeah, I had to flex
Countin' all this money, it got residue from weed on it
Nigga turned his back on me, but we ain't even finna speak on it
I bought her every bag up in Chanel, but we ain't gon' speak on it
I'm gambling with some Gucci dice, you disrespect, you pay the price
.300 Blackout and ARPs
I can shoot good, nigga, ask about me
Have a bitch walkin' in Givenchy
I can turn you up, no doubt about it
I'm stayin' fly like United
I'm stayin' fly like Delta
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like American
Nigga turned his back on me, but we ain't even finna speak on it
I bought her every bag up in Chanel, but we ain't gon' speak on it
I'm gambling with some Gucci dice, you disrespect, you pay the price
.300 Blackout and ARPs
I can shoot good, nigga, ask about me
Have a bitch walkin' in Givenchy
I can turn you up, no doubt about it
I'm stayin' fly like United
I'm stayin' fly like Delta
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like Spirit
You can hear the pain in my lyrics
Rich shooter, got foreigns
Spin a nigga in a Urus (yeah)
Nigga try and backdoor me, I'ma have to f*ck around and get hands on
Nigga try and backdoor me, I'ma f*ck around and hit him with the G-Flex
Got residue on that paper
Got blood all on that paper
I blow half and I save half, I ain't never took the safe path
I just bought her a Chanel bag and the earrings last week
My youngin don't like to shoot shit out of cars, he do it on feet
I'm finna pop this mushroom right now and get geeked
Gotta keep protection, this jewelry ain't cheap
Hermès for my mama, and my bitch, and my auntie
Come on baby, let's board this jet and go to Maui
Talkin' behind my back, I heard about it, that shit f*cked up
Bitch, we came from poverty, we ain't have no choice but to run it up
New SRT truck with red guts, it's too fast
New garage came with car charger, this play'll give you whiplash
Steal from me, that's shame on you
Do it twice, that's shame on me
I'll down him 'fore he take from me
I keep negativity away from me
I keep bad energy away from me
Used to keep racks in the hamper
All my bitches up to standards
All my whips the latest, yeah, I had to flex
Countin' all this money, it got residue from weed on it
Nigga turned his back on me, but we ain't even finna speak on it
I bought her every bag up in Chanel, but we ain't gon' speak on it
I'm gambling with some Gucci dice, you disrespect, you pay the price
.300 Blackout and ARPs
I can shoot good, nigga, ask about me
Have a bitch walkin' in Givenchy
I can turn you up, no doubt about it
I'm stayin' fly like United
I'm stayin' fly like Delta
I'm stayin' fly like American
I'm stayin' fly like American
Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING