Money Man - LLC lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah let's go, let’s go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone) yeah

I'm a walking business, nigga
I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with
Me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with
This blicky like I’m 22Gz
Trippin off this psilocin
Sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle
Like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't
Even tryna smash, shit
I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I
Ain't flying commercial
I do nothin' but jets
If any opp survive when we slide
Thеn he considered blеssed

Feelin’ like I’m Trae Young with this
Glock because I score a lot
Feelin' like I’m Yoda with this wisdom
'cause I know a lot
Countin' up the extra in the trap
I might go buy some stocks the AR-556
It go through walls just like it's juggernaut
Thinkin’ 'bout my safety
So I bulletproofed the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the
Club shine like some LEDs
I know some niggas who learned how to
Shoot before they learned to read
All this money got me buyin' land
It got me signin' deeds
Juicing for two weeks, I need to cleanse
Feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle
You gon' get your bitch abducted
Right now, yeah, I'm in this fuckin' 'Cat
You hear that motor purrin'
This week I'ma twist up Waffle Cone
You smell exotic burnin'
My lady got a business, now she earnin'
She keep buyin' purses
We on shrooms, this drug
Right here is natural, we not doin' Perkys
All I do is hit like just I'm Savage
We not doing verbal
All my niggas loyalists, no squares
We just do the circles
Put him onto crypto, it was cheap
But he ain't wanna listen
Put him onto money, he was broke
But he ain't wanna fix it
Put him onto fraud, he was scary
He ain't wanna risk it
It's a competition where I'm from
Who gon' be the richest?

I'm a walking business, nigga
I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with
Me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with
This blicky like I'm 22Gz
Trippin off this psilocin
Sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle
Like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't
Even tryna smash, shit
I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I
Ain't flying commercial
I do nothin' but jets
If any opp survive when we slide
Then he considered blessed