Money Man - Fire In The Booth lyrics
Money Man [Tysen Jay Bolding] The Bronx, NY/Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Money Man - Fire In The Booth lyrics]
Send a robber to the grim reaper
I'm anti social I don't like people
Sold a brick in my wife beater
Sold a bale in my wife beater
Rockin' scarfs like I'm Iranian
Jewelry cold like I'm Scandinavian
I hit that pressure and feel like an alien
Ball so hard that nigga need a stadium
She was a 7 i had to make her badder
I told the doctor make her ass fatter
I told the grower send 100 more
I'm gonna reup then i do a show
I'm talkin' strong gas for the low
Lil mama want me come and jump inside
Just make 100 thousand for the ride
So many options nigga can't decide
They say my wrist hurt a nigga pride
Rockin' versace like I get endorsed
I keep on me like I'm with the force
Just put a bale of gas in the porch
You know I'm ridin' round wit the stick nigga
You can't fool me you a bitch nigga
Baby come n fuck a rich nigga
I was in tour and i was still trappin'
Now all the trappin' conflicting
Wit' the rappin'
Lil Shawty bad a nigga gotta have her
I need a bag a nigga gotta have em
Drinking the Quali while I'm in the trenches
I see the hate they fearing I'm a legend
My niggas wit the shit they ain't friendly
I know my enemies wanna end me
Just caught a play in some Gucci slides
She saw my chain and got mesmerize
I got a fetish for gettin' money
Can't let a nigga come and take from me
This shit I'm spittin' comin' from the soul
I Got the african diamonds and the gold
I got a track trailer wit a load in it
Take his head and put a hole in it
Bought a house and start growin'
I love the way lil' mama throwin' it
Crack a seal and pour a 4 in it
Is high you need to lower it had the sprite
Every bad comin' over nigga
Feds lookin' over my shoulder nigga
I'm the type that gon' hustle for
Had to use a lil' muscle for
I ain't even tryin' to tussle for
I'ma shoot i ain't think twice
Pray the judge don't give me life
I had to make a major sacrifice
Had to sell a lot green and white
If she bad she a nigga type
She beg me to let her be my wife
I got niggas who behind the walls
And i can't never goin' deny they calls
I got commissary for 'em all
I'm strap can't play with all
I'm in seatle shoppin up the plug
She say she love 'cuz she love a thug
It ain't a secret that I'm sellin' drugs
I'm over sober 'cuz I'm on the mud
You know I'm fuckin' with the projects
I got og growin' in my closet
These niggas faggots comin' out the closet
I keep on me ain't scared to pop it
She up on top and she start poppin'
I know the federalist probably watchin'
I'm from the slums that was my only option