Money Man - Spin (Freestyle) lyrics
Money Man [Tysen Jay Bolding] The Bronx, NY/Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Money Man - Spin Freestyle lyrics]
Man, what you chargin' for
This shit right here, man?
Alright, alright, yeah, give me all
Hundred of them motherfuckers, man
Yeah, them motherfuckers look good
They got purple on ’em and shit, they indo
Right? Yeah, alright, go 'head, load 'em up
Count up the hundreds while lookin’ at Hulu
Heard your last project
That shit there was doo doo
Havin' this paper, you know I got beaucoup
Ridin' with Ry, he gon' shoot if I tell him
My vibe is submissive, she do what I tell her
I hang with the gang, yeah
I hang with the felons
I'm tryna be stealthy, encrypted my browser
I'm gifted with words, so I'm usin' my talent
My girl like to argue, I don’t pay attention
I told her to shut up
And bought some Givenchy
My daughter so sweet
I just bought her a Frenchie
I live by the code, I ain’t talkin' Da Vinci
My son only two and I got him in Fendi ’fit's
We never start it, but you know we ended it
I'm who they wanna be, I'm really livin' it
I’m in Hermes and this
Shit right here limited
Oh, she a Scorpio? I know she freakin' then
We need a dolly to bring all this reefer in
Pull out the shotgun and take
Off a nigga limb
We show no mercy for no motherfuckin' men
If he not Circle, then I cannot vouch for him
I need a driver 'cause I got a route for him
Demon and Youngin gon' pull
Up with blowers and
Spin and spin and spin and spin
Walk into Louis and spend and spend and
Spend and spend and spend and spend
Atlanta, as fuck, we got a store in the pen
This morning, counted a million
Inside of my high-rise
I'm feeling born again
Walked in the crib, had
Drip on me head-to-toe
She gettin' real moist
Lil' bro just pulled up and said
That our opps was dead
I'm finna go and rejoice
She say she hungry, she need
A few hundred from me
I told her send the invoice
That nigga really ain't what
He proclaim to be
I hear that shit in his voice
I just pulled up to Dior with a thirty on me
Rollin' the hemp in the Royce
Changin' out Glocks just like
I'm changin' out shoes
I'm havin' multiple gens
I hear him poppin' on IG
Just like a lil' bitch
But he ain't droppin' no pin
I done been crossed
I done been stabbed in the back
By people considered as friend
Said I wouldn't scam no more 'cause I'm
A lil' too poppin', last week
I did it again say she in love with my
Dick and my conversation
She finna visit again
Wish I could dig up the nigga who
Killed my twin, bring him back
Kill him again
I'm making hundreds of thousands
From these transactions
I cannot put it on camera
Niggas keep askin' me
"How the fuck do I get rich?"
You gotta pay for the answer
This shit right here, man?
Alright, alright, yeah, give me all
Hundred of them motherfuckers, man
Yeah, them motherfuckers look good
They got purple on ’em and shit, they indo
Right? Yeah, alright, go 'head, load 'em up
Count up the hundreds while lookin’ at Hulu
Heard your last project
That shit there was doo doo
Havin' this paper, you know I got beaucoup
Ridin' with Ry, he gon' shoot if I tell him
My vibe is submissive, she do what I tell her
I hang with the gang, yeah
I hang with the felons
I'm tryna be stealthy, encrypted my browser
I'm gifted with words, so I'm usin' my talent
My girl like to argue, I don’t pay attention
I told her to shut up
And bought some Givenchy
My daughter so sweet
I just bought her a Frenchie
I live by the code, I ain’t talkin' Da Vinci
My son only two and I got him in Fendi ’fit's
We never start it, but you know we ended it
I'm who they wanna be, I'm really livin' it
I’m in Hermes and this
Shit right here limited
Oh, she a Scorpio? I know she freakin' then
We need a dolly to bring all this reefer in
Pull out the shotgun and take
Off a nigga limb
We show no mercy for no motherfuckin' men
If he not Circle, then I cannot vouch for him
I need a driver 'cause I got a route for him
Demon and Youngin gon' pull
Up with blowers and
Spin and spin and spin and spin
Walk into Louis and spend and spend and
Spend and spend and spend and spend
Atlanta, as fuck, we got a store in the pen
This morning, counted a million
Inside of my high-rise
I'm feeling born again
Walked in the crib, had
Drip on me head-to-toe
She gettin' real moist
Lil' bro just pulled up and said
That our opps was dead
I'm finna go and rejoice
She say she hungry, she need
A few hundred from me
I told her send the invoice
That nigga really ain't what
He proclaim to be
I hear that shit in his voice
I just pulled up to Dior with a thirty on me
Rollin' the hemp in the Royce
Changin' out Glocks just like
I'm changin' out shoes
I'm havin' multiple gens
I hear him poppin' on IG
Just like a lil' bitch
But he ain't droppin' no pin
I done been crossed
I done been stabbed in the back
By people considered as friend
Said I wouldn't scam no more 'cause I'm
A lil' too poppin', last week
I did it again say she in love with my
Dick and my conversation
She finna visit again
Wish I could dig up the nigga who
Killed my twin, bring him back
Kill him again
I'm making hundreds of thousands
From these transactions
I cannot put it on camera
Niggas keep askin' me
"How the fuck do I get rich?"
You gotta pay for the answer