Money Man - Goin Hard lyrics
Money Man [Tysen Jay Bolding] The Bronx, NY/Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Money Man - Goin Hard lyrics]
(WindyGotHits)
(Smoke and Angel)
I'm goin' hard, I got them cards
This is a Ram in my garage
I got them loads in my garage
Niggas ain't real, they a mirage
I caught a play at the Montage
Then I pulled off inside a Dodge
I am not broke, I keep a wad
I'm on an island, I hit a PAWG
I bought the Maybach just for the fall
I got her number and I never call
Get off a flight and I tear down a mall
Hop in a bitch and I tear down her walls
Fuck a long bid, I'ma shoot at the law
Fuck a long bid, I'ma bond out tomorrow
Fuck a long sentence, I'll go on the run
I got that zaza polluting my lungs
Dirty ass money polluting my funds
Fifties and hundreds, I don't do ones
I know she a thot, she not a nun
She finna blow me just like a gun
First class flight, I just went to Kailua
Already shining, I don't need no jeweler
Ice cube wrist, I don't need no cooler
Runnin' to the check, let me lace up my Pumas
Runnin' to the check, let me lace up my Louis
I took a broad in from Saint Louis
X-Men hundreds, they blue like Beast
So my pockets, they got them mutants
Russian AK came straight from Putin
Fakin' out the FBI, nigga, I'm jukin'
Everything legal, this weed I'm juicing
I ain't buy her shit, so she callin' me frugal
Had to cut the bitch off, she was too stupid
Nigga, I'ma shoot just like Porziņģis
Nigga, I'ma shoot just like I'm Luka
Sometimes I meditate just like Buddha
I don't fuck around, I'll do a nigga gruesome
Got at least ten different broads in Houston
These niggas ain't got drive, they useless
Everything I put my mind to, I'm doin'
I don't need features, they'll fuck up my music
Everything free on me from boostin'
Sing to a bad bitch, nigga, I'm croonin'
Burned down the CP spot, I'm movin'
Burned out a laptop, nigga, I'm focused
Ridin' in a double R, nigga, I'm Ghost-ing
Clean ass bitch, yeah, nigga, I'm soakin'
Ridin' with a top model, yeah, she a trophy
I'm goin' hard, I got them cards
This is a Ram in my garage
I got them loads in my garage
Niggas ain't real, they a mirage
I caught a play at the Montage
Then I pulled off inside a Dodge
I am not broke, I keep a wad
I'm on an island, I hit a PAWG
I bought the Maybach just for the fall
I got her number and I never call
Get off a flight and I tear down a mall
Hop in a bitch and I tear down her walls
Fuck a long bid, I'ma shoot at the law
Fuck a long bid, I'ma bond out tomorrow
Fuck a long sentence, I'll go on the run
I got that zaza polluting my lungs
(Smoke and Angel)
I'm goin' hard, I got them cards
This is a Ram in my garage
I got them loads in my garage
Niggas ain't real, they a mirage
I caught a play at the Montage
Then I pulled off inside a Dodge
I am not broke, I keep a wad
I'm on an island, I hit a PAWG
I bought the Maybach just for the fall
I got her number and I never call
Get off a flight and I tear down a mall
Hop in a bitch and I tear down her walls
Fuck a long bid, I'ma shoot at the law
Fuck a long bid, I'ma bond out tomorrow
Fuck a long sentence, I'll go on the run
I got that zaza polluting my lungs
Dirty ass money polluting my funds
Fifties and hundreds, I don't do ones
I know she a thot, she not a nun
She finna blow me just like a gun
First class flight, I just went to Kailua
Already shining, I don't need no jeweler
Ice cube wrist, I don't need no cooler
Runnin' to the check, let me lace up my Pumas
Runnin' to the check, let me lace up my Louis
I took a broad in from Saint Louis
X-Men hundreds, they blue like Beast
So my pockets, they got them mutants
Russian AK came straight from Putin
Fakin' out the FBI, nigga, I'm jukin'
Everything legal, this weed I'm juicing
I ain't buy her shit, so she callin' me frugal
Had to cut the bitch off, she was too stupid
Nigga, I'ma shoot just like Porziņģis
Nigga, I'ma shoot just like I'm Luka
Sometimes I meditate just like Buddha
I don't fuck around, I'll do a nigga gruesome
Got at least ten different broads in Houston
These niggas ain't got drive, they useless
Everything I put my mind to, I'm doin'
I don't need features, they'll fuck up my music
Everything free on me from boostin'
Sing to a bad bitch, nigga, I'm croonin'
Burned down the CP spot, I'm movin'
Burned out a laptop, nigga, I'm focused
Ridin' in a double R, nigga, I'm Ghost-ing
Clean ass bitch, yeah, nigga, I'm soakin'
Ridin' with a top model, yeah, she a trophy
I'm goin' hard, I got them cards
This is a Ram in my garage
I got them loads in my garage
Niggas ain't real, they a mirage
I caught a play at the Montage
Then I pulled off inside a Dodge
I am not broke, I keep a wad
I'm on an island, I hit a PAWG
I bought the Maybach just for the fall
I got her number and I never call
Get off a flight and I tear down a mall
Hop in a bitch and I tear down her walls
Fuck a long bid, I'ma shoot at the law
Fuck a long bid, I'ma bond out tomorrow
Fuck a long sentence, I'll go on the run
I got that zaza polluting my lungs