Money Man - July 30th Freestyle lyrics

JR

Did the math on all these niggas
Somethin' here ain't addin' up
We used to sit inside the
Trap with zaza, nigga, and bag it up
We ain't have no sacks
All these dusty hoes would laugh at us
My girl bad as fuck, she need a punishment
She actin' up she bend over, back it up
Your last tape was wack as fuck
I just bought a Lambo' truck just
To pick my spirit's up
RIP my fallen soldiers
They all near and dear to us
They respect, they fear in us
Only place to go is up
Mask the pain, I'm pourin' up
Pussy nigga seen a body and on the scene
He started throwin' up
Opps mad we blowin' up
Nigga, ain't no ho in us
Only thing I wonder is how the fuck
Thе love turn to hate so quick? Yeah
Wе got commas, we don't stress
Always workin', never rest
And got bags on private jets
I wanna dive inside your legs
Kickin' shit and countin' velour
Every night, I'm crashin', and the next day
Act like I never knew her
I keep three or four shooters
Niggas hear them pipes 'cause
We push muscle cars, yeah
Jealous that I been countin' triple y'all
Yeah first this shit was mini, but
Now it's bigger, dawg, yeah
RIP my rounds, I swear I'm missin' y'all
Every song be hard
That boy don't miss at all
When the gang come spin, them
Boys won't miss at all, bitch
We gon' come for blood, so nigga
Don't diss at all
I'm just tryna be an agent like I'm Rich Paul
Bein' too nice to niggas, man
That's probably one of my biggest flaws
Tryna perfect my craft this
Week, I'm focused, i won't answer calls
Two of my partners beefin', it went too far
It's too late to get involved
Loaded up on weapons just to make
Sure all my problems solved
Drop a four inside a twenty
I'ma watch the drank dissolve
All this money got me shopping
Daily at the nicest mall
Don't take pride in bein' broke, if it's up
You know it's smoke
Now we flyin' first class, at first
We ain't have no hope

At first we ain't have no hope
(I swear to God)
In that water, we ain't have no boat
From the jungle, no petting zoo
But they call me the GOAT luwhop, ah

2020 'Vette with 3LT
I'ma wrap it matte purple
Chopper with me, no NLE
Shit is only like a fat person
Niggas that I used to feed
Wanna see me back hurtin'
Who them niggas wanna be, bitch
I'm really that person where gats burstin'
Back floatin' through that rack lurchin'
Tell rappers be aware when they come here
'cause we snatch purses
I could go and step out by myself
Or let this sack murk 'em
Deals with the cartel
Ain't no squares in my Black Circle
Went did a bid 'cause I used
To ride for my shit
Ex-bitch made so many jail visit's
She got tired of my shit
Now you see me draped in Prada
So you proud of me, bitch?
But I got a brand new model bitch
To come and swallow this dick
Now I got that money, baby
But that's an understatement
Blowin' Obama Runtz up in the
Conference with that Nation
Dressed in all purple in
Baltimore like the Ravens
Don't make money, it don't make sense
Too rich to make greatness
All-black Ferrari Spider
That's that eight shit
Credit A1 when it come to bodies
I don't pay shit
And I'm in that H right now
But I'm smokin' on LA shit
Weed you on givin' coronavirus 'cause
I don't taste shit
On Instagram, she fly as shit, in reality
That bitch a nat
Your views and streams be high
As a bitch, in reality, you still a rat
Strapped up like rides in a theme park
Prayin' that I make it back
Alexander McQueen scarf tied around
A mini MAC (Luwhop)