Money Man - BodyRock lyrics

Yeah, talkin' to a ghost inside my room
Feel like Lil' Sosa here
Ain't no pussies in the trap right
Now it's nothing but soldiers here
Watch your fuckin' mouth when you come shop
'cause you'll get rolled in here
Bando servin'
It ain't nothin' but pounds and
Fuckin' mold in here
Grab lil' mama by her waist and told her
"Please come over here" ran a million up
It only took me bout a quarter a year
Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out
I can barely hear
I got a witch tryna ride my back
But I got this broomstick
Tryna end my young nigga beef
But it might can't be fixed
All this water on my neck
I'm getting seasick
Lives gettin' lost in these streets
People is grievin'
Brand new cutter out the box
I smell like blood and Baccarat
Any opp come who come with crazy talk
He get karate chopped
Backend 60K, I copped another watch
I need a stock
The Heckler Koch'll make his knees buckle
Then his body rock

Politickin', tryna make 'em understand
This money shit
But now I don't give a fuck 'cause the
Other side be on some funny shit
Loading up this rifle while I'm
Looking at No Jumper clips
Duct tape on extensions, when
I'm empty, flip it, pop it in
You don't know my pain
I swear the streets done
Took like fifty friends
Cash been in the cell
Ain't seen that nigga since like 2010

Three or four of seven down Rockdale County
Had bound twin
Courtney told on Sean on that murder
It don't make no damn sense
I be havin' strains online
I'm having bandwidth
Demons want my soul in these streets
I keep a crucifix
Makin' sure my blicks up to par
I'm havin' numerous

Yeah, talkin' to a ghost inside my
Room feel like Lil' Sosa here
Ain't no pussies in the trap right
Now it's nothing but soldiers here
Watch your fuckin' mouth when you come shop
'cause you'll get rolled in here
Bando servin'
It ain't nothin' but pounds and
Fuckin' mold in here
Grab lil' mama by her waist and told her
"Please come over here" ran a million up
It only took me bout a quarter a year
Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out
I can barely hear
I got a witch tryna ride my back
But I got this broomstick
Tryna end my young nigga beef
But it might can't be fixed
All this water on my neck
I'm getting seasick
Lives gettin' lost in these streets
People is grievin'
Brand new cutter out the box
I smell like blood and Baccarat
Any opp come who come with crazy talk
He get karate chopped
Backend 60K, I copped another watch
I need a stock
The Heckler Koch'll make his knees buckle
Then his body rock

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