Money Man — Money Man Perry

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Lil’ mama got body, lil’ mama got smarts
I took her home and I ripped her apart
Stole a hotbox and I sold it for parts
Already rich, I’ma trap for the art
Already high, I just smoke for the taste
Ain’t got no L’s, I took 12 on a chase
30K CPN, it came from Chase (WindyGotHits)
I swear you won’t believe how much I made (Moreno on the beat, boy)
Ain’t tryna go broke, so I gotta save
Chevron plastic, I swipe for a chain
Then got a BP card and did the same
Rooms To Go credit, I got a free sofa
Then got a lil’ bitch and she bent it over
Can’t let you play me, I’m not a controller
All of these flavors, I’m plugged like a modem
She on my dick, got these hoes on my scrotum
I’m on these Runtz and this shit is so potent
Burnin’ on Oreos, no, not the cookies
But I just bust down a bale, it was Cookies
I’m eating lunch with your bitch, playing footsie
Thousand-pound load, man, that shit was a doozy
Citrus OG, man, this shit tastin’ fruity
She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy
Money Man Perry, my life is a movie

Money Man Perry, my life is a movie
My girl booty juicy, my soldiers salutin’
This OG is fruity, this weed is a hybrid
This car don’t need gas, so this car is a hybrid
Lost some partners to violence, that shit had me cryin’
I be always recordin’, so I ain’t got time
Had to turn that bitch down ’cause I know her intentions
That 4×4 truck with the big boy extension
The ESV Escalade, that shit extended
My money be tall, man, that shit ain’t no midget
My bitch pussy water, she fuck me exquisite
I pull in Teslas, I pull up in Fiskers
I run up that money, I run up them digits
If you not a real one, then you look suspicious
She swallow my semen, she say it nutritious
I’m tryna get rich, so I hustle relentless
Yeah
I sold weed at my school, I ain’t care ’bout no physics, yeah
Yeah
I got hoes from the past textin’, «Tysen, I miss you»
Yeah
I got friends I grew up with and now they got issues, yeah
I gotta let this motherfucker breathe
I can keep going, but bring that motherfuckin’ hook in, yeah

Lil’ mama got body, lil’ mama got smarts
I took her home and I ripped her apart
Stole a hotbox and I sold it for parts
Already rich, I’ma trap for the art
Already high, I just smoke for the taste
Ain’t got no L’s, I took 12 on a chase
30K CPN, it came from Chase
I swear you won’t believe how much I made
Ain’t tryna go broke, so I gotta save
Chevron plastic, I swipe for a chain
Then got a BP card and did the same
Rooms To Go credit, I got a free sofa
Then got a lil’ bitch and she bent it over
Can’t let you play me, I’m not a controller
All of these flavors, I’m plugged like a modem
She on my dick, got these hoes on my scrotum
I’m on these Runtz and this shit is so potent
Burnin’ on Oreos, no, not the cookies
But I just bust down a bale, it was Cookies
I’m eating lunch with your bitch, playing footsie
Thousand-pound load, man, that shit was a doozy
Citrus OG, man, this shit tastin’ fruity
She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy
Money Man Perry, my life is a movie