2 Milly - Money Man

I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it

I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I’m a pro with it

I need a check right now, yeah, I’ma go get it

I’m in that GLS, nigga, the 450

Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty

Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty

Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'

Work at the crib, yeah, I’m servin' like two cities

I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty

I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies

I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers

I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas

My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles

If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you

If you didn’t grow it, then I cannot shop with you

Stick on my lap, boy, I’m not tryna box with you

These niggas ridin' dick just like a prostitute

These niggas run they mouth, but they still obsolete

I’m in a Rubicon, yeah, nigga, this a Jeep

I got them red bottom runners, so check my feet

Yeah, I swiped for 'em, so nigga, these shits was free

I am not sweet, so you know I am sugar-free

I be in Wailea or somewhere, I’m on the beach

I be in Lahaina chillin', I’m with a freak

Make up some numbers, then murder and kill a beat

I’m doin' shows at arenas, I’m fillin' seats

I got that pain in my songs, it be runnin' deep

Your weed ain’t loud, when you lit it, it ain’t a peep

Five hundred bags gone in four days, don’t need a week

Seven day water fast so I am feelin' weak

I just popped two shrooms, so you know I’m feelin' geeked

She start undressin', so you know I’m finna beat

If you not shoppin', then nigga, don’t talk to me

If you not shoppin', then nigga, don’t bother me

Shooters at every door, it ain’t no robbin' me

These niggas 3D printers, they gon' copy me

These bitches great whales, they wanna swallow me

I get them loads and drop 'em to the colony

I got them racks, yeah, nigga, obviously

I live the scam life, nigga, obviously

I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it

I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I’m a pro with it

I need a check right now, yeah, I’ma go get it

I’m in that GLS, nigga, the 450

Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty

Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty

Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'

Work at the crib, yeah, I’m servin' like two cities

I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty

I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies

I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers

I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas

My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles

If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you

If you didn’t grow it, then I cannot shop with you

Stick on my lap, boy, I’m not tryna box with you