Taliban - Money Man, BC Shooter

Blues on me like I went and got her pregnant

Double C Chanel, Jean jacket denim

Spent a hundred and twenty just to whip a Fisker

Kinda anti social ion talk to niggas

I got plenty homies eating off the web

She just came and gave extraordinary head

Pick my boy up from

Half a mil from

Imaginary cred

You reap what you sew

Like needle and some thread

Hundreds on me looking like a loaf of bread

They prolly never love

Me till a nigga dead

Hit it right she ain’t

Tryna leave the bed

I’m with some frat boys they drinking out a keg

They buying loud I charged a arm and a leg

Choppa hit the nigga

Arms and legs

For the racks damn right I’m going fed

Yeah yeah

Beard like I’m Santa like I’m pushing sleds

Niggas acting funny like that nigga neck

Yeah

these the latest pair, lil mama with me

Ride with virgins just like the hair

Living reckless

Shit trap without a care

I know a doctor who’ll finesse the Medicare

Street nigga I don’t get pedicures

If money the topic then a nigga all ears

We ain’t stopping nigga we trapping all yeah

80 bags of exotic and its all here

Buckets under plants buds fall here

Started from the bottom had to crawl here

Yeah yeah

I just talked to Gutta

I like muscle cars

Imma burn rubber

Big weezy shades

Swipin undercover

Loads from the west

I know several truckers

I know real florist

They keep low numbers

I keep grows coming

Ain’t no slow summers

Taliban drugs like I’m Osama

Bought a private land

Growing in Amsterdam

I know Muslim niggas who from Pakistan

Calling Money told him meet me in Atlanta

I found a quicker way to get a bigger bag

I know these niggas out here tryna bite the drip and ride the wave

Now these pussy niggas mad

Plug dropped a 50 ran through em fast

Turban on me like I’m with the Taliban

Dat choppa spin a nigga like a ceiling fan

I be steady dripping running through them bands

Rollie on me so you see the diamonds dancing

Copped the Vette with the new mini mansion

Cross me once don’t get too man chances

I don’t overdose I blow the Skittles smoke

Ion wanna fuck lil mama I just want her throat

Took her on the water

Riding through the ocean

She tried to set me up I pushed her off the boat

Started shooting the carbine with the scope

Picked that bitch up put in dead on her nose

Shoot em in the face the only thing I know

Told my self I ain’t gone do that shit no more

And I just got em in come and get em for the low

You can get cheaper but you gotta buy some more

My trap house open but the shit is never closed

Motherfuckers spazzing I gotta have it

Dressing in designer fashion

Yeah Imma keep me some cash

I keep me a bag

I’m always running to the bag

I heard yo buddy snitched

I ain’t with that shit

Ion really fuck with no rats

Imma count me a big bag

Imma keep shitting cuz these niggas mad

Yeaaaah

You gone make me turn up with the mf gang

Its BC for life and that shit will not change

We pull on yo street with them motherfucking thangs

I roll down my window all you hear is bang

Wtf the pussy niggas think

I roll down my window all you hear is bang bang