Kevin Gates - Money Magnet lyrics

Every bitch I had look like
They got booty shots
Gunna likes to shoot but not the
Same object that Kool got
Kool is my photographer
Ain't know if you knew or not
East Atlanta, I'm with Mojo
He's got stupid nines
And in this section by myself
I'm a fucking gangster
College bitch say she always
Wanna fuck a gangster
Foreign cars, out on Alabo and Rocheblave
In that nine, Glock 9 tucked up in my waist
South side, outside, hustle in the rain
Won't cut no corners
Stood on corners for a quarter a day
252, get 4 of them, you got 1008
Public housing, stay from round
Smoke out a pound of grapes
Sold bookoo ounces by the thousands
In a race for guap chip off a block
Killer come quickly chip off your block

I heard that it was money on the avenue
Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon
Shawty, a bad bitch, her booty doing magic
Racks' a woman magnet
Watch her do gymnastics
Say the street lights (pause) , just came on
All my girlfriends wondering why
I ain't came home
I'm a money magnet, I'm a money magnet
I'm a money magnet
And my pockets got the mumps

Not in a disrespectful manner
But my pants is sagging
I'm in the game of pharmaceuticals
And I ain't bragging i gave a listen to your
Music and I started laughing
Wondering who the fuck is you
And when you started trapping
BWA, Bread Winners Association
Ain't got a DOC number, we not associated
Polo logo crazy, only on my underwear
In my closet for hours
Undecided on what I'mma wear
I walk around with 60 grand in my 508s
And rings glistening, women giggling
Right away don't hang out in booty clubs
I don't like to party
Cause bitches from the booty club
Give me private parties

I heard that it was money on the avenue
Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon
Shawty, a bad bitch, her booty doing magic
Rack's a money magnet
Watch her do gymnastics
Say the street lights (pause) , just came on
All my girlfriends wondering why
I ain't came home
I'm a money magnet, I'm a money magnet
I'm a money magnet
And my pockets got the mumps

I heard that it was money on the avenue
Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon
Say the street lights, just came on
And my pockets got the mumps