Shy Glizzy, Young Thug - Money Set lyrics
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Shy Glizzy, Young Thug - Money Set lyrics]
Blatt, slatt it's a fuckin' money set nigga
Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set
Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace
I'm fresh to death
Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent
I just give her hella dick
It get cold where I'm from
Lil' baby send your measurements, hey
Shout out to your ex 'cause
Y'all won't never meet again
She done went gang on these lames
She don't need no fuckin' friends
First time she put that pussy on me
Put her in a Benz (yeah)
You wanna talk to her
Lil' nigga gotta have an M
(Young Jefe holmes)
Jefe the name, fuck other theories
You say you gang, you with the conspiracy
(Gang gang)
Quality jewelry, your shit is blurry
(Bling bling)
I catch a charge, they killin' the jury
My swag be so clean but I'm sippin' the dirty
Pull up to the scene and
Them niggas get scary
I do it for Mally, I do it for 30
Street nigga for life but this
Shit ain't gon' bury me
40 bands in my jeans and you know they Amiri
20 bands in when a nigga get near me
Shawty keep asking me questions like Siri
'Cause she ain't gettin' the message
That's clearly
I like to show out lil' bitches especially
You gotta show me that niggas can't catch you
Girl my apologies that I can't flex you
You know that I was a G when I met you
A lot of bands, lot of Glocks
It's a fuckin' major flex
I make the gang go shoot some opps
And spray a fuckin' hater next
Oh yeah I'm this bitch with Flare
And it's a fuckin' money set
Boy if you play with that GG
Ain't no fuckin' comin' back, ayy
Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set
Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace
I'm fresh to death
Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent
I just give her hella dick
It get cold where I'm from
Lil' baby send your measurements, hey
Shout out to your ex 'cause
Y'all won't never meet again
She done went gang on these lames
She don't need no fuckin' friends
First time she put that pussy on me
Put her in a Benz (yeah)
You wanna talk to her
Lil' nigga gotta have an M
This mud on my ho, this mud on my dawgs
This bitch want some score to put in her nose
She say that this dick taste like candy
Put some Laffy Taffys
It get hard then it's soft
Under to the coat, that was just cocked
Cocked pop it on all of you opps
I don't wanna pour up, but I got crop
Fly as a broom, my diamonds no mop, yeah
Hit my dawg with a brick like he Deebo
Oh yeah
My red gator out the swamp like mosquitos
Oh yeah
Got that pump in the front of that peephole
Oh yeah only time I ride the jetski's
To catch hoes, oh yeah, uh
(All the time)
Perpetratin', ridin' in that Lambo
On that Tesla, ooh
Slam a bitch back, I done
Gone sumo, I'm a wrestler, ooh
Take that Perc', 20 minutes
Later I load Beretta, ooh
Eiffel tower on my chest
That cost me cheddar, ooh
Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set
Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace
I'm fresh to death
Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent
I just give her hella dick
It get cold where I'm from
Lil' baby send your measurements, hey
Shout out to your ex 'cause
Y'all won't never meet again
She done went gang on these lames
She don't need no fuckin' friends
First time she put that pussy on me
Put her in a Benz (yeah)
You wanna talk to her
Lil' nigga gotta have an M
Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set
Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace
I'm fresh to death
Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent
I just give her hella dick
It get cold where I'm from
Lil' baby send your measurements, hey
Shout out to your ex 'cause
Y'all won't never meet again
She done went gang on these lames
She don't need no fuckin' friends
First time she put that pussy on me
Put her in a Benz (yeah)
You wanna talk to her
Lil' nigga gotta have an M
(Young Jefe holmes)
Jefe the name, fuck other theories
You say you gang, you with the conspiracy
(Gang gang)
Quality jewelry, your shit is blurry
(Bling bling)
I catch a charge, they killin' the jury
My swag be so clean but I'm sippin' the dirty
Pull up to the scene and
Them niggas get scary
I do it for Mally, I do it for 30
Street nigga for life but this
Shit ain't gon' bury me
40 bands in my jeans and you know they Amiri
20 bands in when a nigga get near me
Shawty keep asking me questions like Siri
'Cause she ain't gettin' the message
That's clearly
I like to show out lil' bitches especially
You gotta show me that niggas can't catch you
Girl my apologies that I can't flex you
You know that I was a G when I met you
A lot of bands, lot of Glocks
It's a fuckin' major flex
I make the gang go shoot some opps
And spray a fuckin' hater next
Oh yeah I'm this bitch with Flare
And it's a fuckin' money set
Boy if you play with that GG
Ain't no fuckin' comin' back, ayy
Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set
Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace
I'm fresh to death
Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent
I just give her hella dick
It get cold where I'm from
Lil' baby send your measurements, hey
Shout out to your ex 'cause
Y'all won't never meet again
She done went gang on these lames
She don't need no fuckin' friends
First time she put that pussy on me
Put her in a Benz (yeah)
You wanna talk to her
Lil' nigga gotta have an M
This mud on my ho, this mud on my dawgs
This bitch want some score to put in her nose
She say that this dick taste like candy
Put some Laffy Taffys
It get hard then it's soft
Under to the coat, that was just cocked
Cocked pop it on all of you opps
I don't wanna pour up, but I got crop
Fly as a broom, my diamonds no mop, yeah
Hit my dawg with a brick like he Deebo
Oh yeah
My red gator out the swamp like mosquitos
Oh yeah
Got that pump in the front of that peephole
Oh yeah only time I ride the jetski's
To catch hoes, oh yeah, uh
(All the time)
Perpetratin', ridin' in that Lambo
On that Tesla, ooh
Slam a bitch back, I done
Gone sumo, I'm a wrestler, ooh
Take that Perc', 20 minutes
Later I load Beretta, ooh
Eiffel tower on my chest
That cost me cheddar, ooh
Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set
Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace
I'm fresh to death
Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent
I just give her hella dick
It get cold where I'm from
Lil' baby send your measurements, hey
Shout out to your ex 'cause
Y'all won't never meet again
She done went gang on these lames
She don't need no fuckin' friends
First time she put that pussy on me
Put her in a Benz (yeah)
You wanna talk to her
Lil' nigga gotta have an M