Money Man - Influential (Lyrics)
Money Man - Influential Lyrics
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Lyrics Money Man - Influential:
(Keezy runnin' up the bag, boy)
I can't lie, I'm influential
Might just take off temperamental
Had them youngins call me Flippa
Fuck these hoes, ain't sentimental
Got the bag, I made it triple
Charge 'em, bussin' down it's simple
Split them racks right down the middle
Evil thoughts, Dracs' and Glocks
Pounds of Percs, all in the spot
Lil' bruh and them keep serving Fent', they made it hot
Should I go to court today? Maybe not
How you make it this far? I had to pray a lot
When I'm 'round the police, I don't say a lot
My white plug look like Austin Reaves
My black bitch look like Jayda Cheaves
She love to come, do birds and bees
I'm traffickin', transportation fees
Had to tat' my back and sleeves
I fuck with the takers but fuck the theives
This stick and compact is all I need
They love to follow, I took the lead
Damn, her body influential
Never lack, I keep a pistol
Killers, they'll shoot up your vigil
Louis, compliments of Virgil
Meant it, all I know is murder
For real, I'll kill a burglar
Fly as fuck inside the Givenchy
I might just experience turbulence
I'm clutchin' 'cause I'm paranoid
Last night I read the art of war
If you broke, what you talkin' for?
Told the circle whatever's mines is yours
Love the way she make it clap
Love the way she throw it back
She said, "Hold the range controller"
I said, "Bae, I'm ready for it"
Micro dose it, keep me goin'
I can feel my blood flowin'
On that vegan Oreo, I can feel my brain flowin'
Me and Jroc chain-smoking
Move, we'll bust your brain open
Take some drugs to calm me down, I got PTSD
I'm a king so bend a knee
I work hard, ain't nothin' free
We gon' shoot, them niggas flee
Paid eight hundred for the tee
At the Gallows's straight from Bree
They know money man a G
I can't lie, I'm influential
Might just take off temperamental
Had them youngins call me Flippa
Fuck these hoes, ain't sentimental
Got the bag, I made it triple
Charge 'em, bussin' down it's simple
Split them racks right down the middle
Evil thoughts, Dracs' and Glocks
Pounds of Percs, all in the spot
Lil' bruh and them keep serving Fent', they made it hot
Should I go to court today? Maybe not
How you make it this far? I had to pray a lot
When I'm 'round the police, I don't say a lot

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