Money Man, BC Shooter - Dark Web lyrics
Money Man [Tysen Jay Bolding] The Bronx, NY/Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Money Man, BC Shooter - Dark Web lyrics]
These niggas so garbage exotic it's potent
That lambo i drove it my Cutlass a hotbox
My lil nigga stole
My geek up at Starbucks he hacking some info
She wanna fuck all the time she a nympho
Got me a laptop and hop on a Tor
I was swiping in cities that
Really ain't hip to it
I see them rack and im
Running real quick to em
I treat her right even thought
Im just fucking her
Ain't got no time cause i gotta go run it up
Ain't have a damn as a jit i was coming up
Walk into Gucci and proceed to fuck it up
Thats just the proceeds from
Raping the Internet i want your soul
I want your intellect i want your body
My plug say he got me but
I do not need em cause
Cause im on the Dark Web
And faithfully eating
My friend he Korean he gave me some secrets
He borderline Genius we moving in secrecy
Watch how u speak to me
I hit the west and they give
Em so cheap to me
Just went to best buy and bought me a hotspot
When im in the trap house
Sold all these P's to feed my lil daughter
Yeah
I blow tho Cookie and this shit extravagant
Grow God done started some stuff
With this hacking shit
This shit got me feeling like man
Fuck all this trappin shit
Been bout 4 weeks since i got me a package in
Plug keep on calling me i know
That he mad at me
This computer shit this shit is high gravity
I made a couple mill so you
Can't be mad at me
Bread and i took care of my family
Bought me some choppas for
Robbers who after me
This shit right here that im
I done stayed down and i got
Me a lot of racks
Through these Balenciaga's seen alot of shit
BC the army and we really popping shit
Put this in the water and
Come place your order
We really get money while
They do the opposite
Burning this shit like i just hit the lottery
Copycat niggas they gone try to copy me
Tapping yo wifi my diamonds they hifi
Them dead hundreds scifi
Im smoke strong like Popeye
Swiping for furniture porsche's be burgundy
Robbers wanna lurk on me haters wanna murder
Tell that lil bitch i bought her a surgery
She on her knees giving thanks
And she serving me
Just went to Icebox im swiping for jewlery
Pull out that FN cause niggas
Ain't cool with me
Yo boyfriend a bitch and he broke and he lazy
Im selling exotic to take care of my baby
BC the Navy we sit at the
Table we run our own label
Financially stable i shoot at these niggas
Cause they so ungrateful
My bitch took a sack
She got so many bags she got so many shoes
She got so many clothes
She stay to herself she don't
Fuck with these hoes
I stay to myself i don't
Fuck with these niggas
Niggas just jealous im one of the realist
I go inside her she really gone feel it
Im stacking these blue hundreds
Up to the ceiling
Im parking this Bentley truck right
Front of the building my shirt made in Italy
Shoes is Sicilian
Im making millions so fuck how they feeling
Quit all that cappin you never will kill it