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Money Man – Corrupted Lyrics

Yeah I’m big money
I’ll pull up
And pop out at your OG
Fucking with them killas
they’ll hop out
And step on you for free
Told her quit all that playin’ baby
Why you teasing me

All my blicks got switches on them
So they empty easily
Went and got my weight up
N***** think I’m taking creatine
Designer juggin’
I just served a n**** in Amiri jeans
Yeah them shoes was Fear of God
But I swear ain’t no fear in me
If I got today
My girl and kids gon’ shed some tears for me
My n***** ain’t never did no hair
But they might come and split yo wig
My pops had told me anything you do
Make sure you do it big
So I went and got them zaza bags
And put ’em on a rig

We got paps and we got drakes
And we got glizzys and some sigs
If my patna died today
I told him it’s nothin’
I got your children
Couple of n***** I came up with turned opp
They better keep they distance
Don’t talk about that shit online
Go get a fire and handle your business
It don’t matter if you just shot ’em
He ain’t dead the job ain’t finished
In my condo doing push-ups
Going crazy with calisthenics
If it’s smoke I pull right up to his crib
And I address it
I’m in the club I got the baby rocket
Right inside my jacket
You’ll get stomped out in these Dior boots
We beat your ass in fashion
Told my wifey I’m not normal
Don’t you treat me like your ex’s
N**** called me for a ten piece
Told ’em hold on give me a second
If I drop the pack on you
You better pay me quick …
It cost a fee can’t talk right now
That load came in I’m kinda busy
Like my vibes with curves and pretty
Say you real I know you cap
So you a walking contradiction
I got M’s

I had ambition
Cougar ridin’ wimme
She thick jus like she delicious
Got that stick inside my lade
When I pull up inside the trenches
Yeah I’m big money
I’ll pull up
And pop out at your OG
Fucking with them killas
they’ll hop out
And step on you for free
Told her quit all that playin’ baby
Why you teasing me
All my blicks got switches on them
So they empty easily
Went and got my weight up
N***** think I’m taking creatine
Designer juggin’
I just served a n**** in Amiri jeans
Yeah them shoes was Fear of God
But I swear ain’t no fear in me
If I got today

My girl and kids gon’ shed some tears for me
My n***** ain’t never did no hair
But they might come and split yo wig
My pops had told me anything you do
Make sure you do it big
So I went and got them zaza bags
And put ’em on a rig
We got paps and we got drakes
And we got glizzys and some sigs
Yeah I’m big money

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