Money Man, BC Jroc - Dr Rose lyrics

Got the ho's teeth done
I sent the ho to Dr rose
Brand new Dior Python, yeah
I'm coppin' those
On a light day, got a fifty rockin' Retros
I was out in Portland grabbin' bags
Seen Damian Lillard
Brand new TEC cost a hundred
And we playin' with it compact four-five
The green beam came with it
Had to read my horoscope to
Make a couple things clear
Had to cop royal blue Balencis
They was too hard
I'ma let some shots ring out
Like a shooting guard
I just made a forty from
The Barclays debit card
I was out in Humboldt County
Hit me with the 'za
But the duffle bag Goyard
Serve Jackie O, in the trap watchin' Ozark
Just to pay a nigga what he want
You need three labels
Breakin' down bud on the
Fivе rack coffee table

Plug sent the load, I ain't likе it
Got sent back
Young nigga bored, so I made him go spin back
He don't know the address
Spin the whole cul-de-sac
Drac' with a biscuit and it
Came with a shoulder strap
Unc' sent the pack when it came
It was deep-fried
Say you got a plug with the
Bag with a cheap price
Shawty can't shop in the trap, got denied
I was in the trenches with the
Gang like a D line
I was shootin' a movie with
The bitch like a GoPro
509, out in Dallas like I'm Romo
Opps don't get spinned, roll 'em in a fronto
Flip the whole car
You gotta fix it up with Bondo
I'ma beat the pack in the trap like I'm Mondo
Ballin' on you niggas in LA like I'm Lonzo
You ain't finna shoot it
What the fuck you got a gun for?
Still in the trenches 'cause a
Nigga really want smoke

Got the ho's teeth done
I sent the ho to Dr rose
Brand new Dior Python, yeah
I'm coppin' those
On a light day, got a fifty rockin' Retros
I was out in Portland grabbin' bags
Seen Damian Lillard
Brand new TEC cost a hundred
And we playin' with it compact four-five
The green beam came with it
Had to read my horoscope to
Make a couple things clear
Had to cop royal blue Balencis
They was too hard
I'ma let some shots ring out
Like a shooting guard
I just made a forty from
The Barclays debit card
I was out in Humboldt County
Hit me with the 'za
But the duffle bag Goyard
Serve Jackie O, in the trap watchin' Ozark
Just to pay a nigga what he want
You need three labels
Breakin' down bud on the
Five rack coffee table

Had to cop the Rover truck
I made a few juggs in it
Too much drip, closet ain't got room in it
One stick, one compact, got the tool with me
One lightskin, one dark, got two with me
Three-month run, no sweat, made two million
Had to tee up the profile, got too many
I'ma get some M's, I don't care what it cost
He gon' catch a body for the Circle
He don't care what the cost
Yeah, pull up with the block out, nigga
We gon' pop shit
We gon' treat them niggas like mosquitos
We gon' off shit
Me and JRoc countin' up, eatin' crawfish
Go in with the blitz like
A nigga playin' offense
Niggas say they took somethin' from me
That's nonsense cartier havin'
These baguettes with the blue lens
Two rack sweatsuit plain with the Retros
Ridin' in the Sprinter with the
TV and white seats we gon' leave a nigga out
Stretched with a white sheet
Size fourteen, servin' in Dior, got big feet
They was thirteen twenty-five
I just bought three i'ma flee every time
They ain't never caught me
Shawty disappointed, she say
"You ain't never call me"
I was playin' music
Fuckin' lil' shawty offbeat i'm a real plug
I ain't talkin' to you pipsqueaks
Fuck it, I'ma go and get the Urus next week