Money Man - Cowboy lyrics
Money Man [Tysen Jay Bolding] The Bronx, NY/Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Money Man - Cowboy lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Boy)
Yeah, yeah, I'm on that Ice Cream Cake
You know the numbers fluctuate
How can I ever perpetrate?
I'm clutchin' that bitch like
I'm clutchin' Z's
Burnin' so much, might have lung disease
Finnessin' these niggas with dummy P's
This shit pressure
Always havin' that zombie weed
Caught a play today, I made a hundred G's
We be trappin' and we doing robberies
Took it global, now we scammin' overseas
Burnin' money just like it's some potpourri
On the EVOLV, you know I be takin' off
She gon' come to the crib
She gon' take it off
Damn, my shooters some rats
Had to break 'em off
I'm a boss, I be laying these bitches off
Richard Mille got her pussy wet
Do a show and then I book a jet
Winter, trappin' in the turtleneck
She give me slow head, call it turtle neck
Shrooms, dog, no Percocets
Good job, baby, that was perfect sex
He been hidin' good, we ain't found him yet
All that water on me, I ain't drown yet
(yeah, yeah)
Have my young niggas shoot up your hangout
All you hear is the switch, bullets rang out
If you hide, we gon' come get your flame out
He was standin', now he done got laid down
Weighin' up in the condo, they downtown
Thoroughbred, I still live in the dog pound
Send his soul in the air like some helium
Mami's wicked, you know that she devious
And the Louie V jacket a medium
Only burning the best, yeah, the premium
I'm in Dallas, I'm strapped like a cowboy
Catch a body, you wanna be down, boy
I just hired the hitter, I outsource
Got a warrant like Money had skipped court
I'ma blow off your face if you reach for it
Got the gang rollin' with me like skateboards
(Boy)
Yeah, yeah, I'm on that Ice Cream Cake
You know the numbers fluctuate
How can I ever perpetrate?
I'm clutchin' that bitch like
I'm clutchin' Z's
Burnin' so much, might have lung disease
Finnessin' these niggas with dummy P's
This shit pressure
Always havin' that zombie weed
Caught a play today, I made a hundred G's
We be trappin' and we doing robberies
Took it global, now we scammin' overseas
Burnin' money just like it's some potpourri
On the EVOLV, you know I be takin' off
She gon' come to the crib
She gon' take it off
Damn, my shooters some rats
Had to break 'em off
I'm a boss, I be laying these bitches off
Richard Mille got her pussy wet
Do a show and then I book a jet
Winter, trappin' in the turtleneck
She give me slow head, call it turtle neck
Shrooms, dog, no Percocets
Good job, baby, that was perfect sex
He been hidin' good, we ain't found him yet
All that water on me, I ain't drown yet
(yeah, yeah)
Have my young niggas shoot up your hangout
All you hear is the switch, bullets rang out
If you hide, we gon' come get your flame out
He was standin', now he done got laid down
Weighin' up in the condo, they downtown
Thoroughbred, I still live in the dog pound
Send his soul in the air like some helium
Mami's wicked, you know that she devious
And the Louie V jacket a medium
Only burning the best, yeah, the premium
I'm in Dallas, I'm strapped like a cowboy
Catch a body, you wanna be down, boy
I just hired the hitter, I outsource
Got a warrant like Money had skipped court
I'ma blow off your face if you reach for it
Got the gang rollin' with me like skateboards