Karma - Money Man

Bad bitch callin' my phone from a number unknown

I won’t' answer her calls

No shark she be using her jaws

She be suckin' on a nigga like straw

She gon' ride like sayin' hee haw

I’ma hustle with the gang T. I

Talk to a spirit like I’m E5

Spend 20 band aids up in G5

They killed a cool homie on the east side

Ain’t nobody finna sleep till we ride

I’ma shoot the air make a bonfire

Turn his shirt red like some hair dye

House smelling crazy all the gas in it

If you try and burglarize get smashed in it

A-1 nigga no bad business

In the club I’m surrounded by bad bitches

In the streets im surrounded by bad hitters

The shit too accurate

Cut the bitch off cause she fuck too average

Lost 20k bettin' on the Falcons

Finna put a grow up in Stone Mountain

Made a M in keep countin'

Got weed so loud it sound like shoutin'

Got a house for the money and a house for the ounce

I remember when I hit a lick and somebody hit me that shit was Karma

We were young tryin' to run up them commas

Made a trip to the west meet a farmer

Did that shit for my son and my daughter

Gotta keep me a fire and some armor

I can’t wait to shoot way harder

I can’t write on the bitch I’ma startle her

BC permanent just like a marker

Left you niggas off like a barber

You sleep in the trap after hours

Come for money the bill like a monster

Pull up with grenades and rocket launchers

Independent I don’t have a sponsor

So they don’t want a nigga to prosper

I’ma do that shit anyway I got a bag atleast I sold 10 today

CP in home I just ran off on rent today

Need me a whip I try to buy or rent an Escalade

Went out to Denver in my latest escapade

Ran up a check nigga let it resonate

I’m a fly nigga I need me a reginae

Need me a Dreka I feel like Kevin Gates

Me and my niggas are one we can’t separate

I had no hoe I had to run it up solo

I stood on the corner in dirty ass polo

She bounce on my dick up and down like a pogo

She said she don’t strip she just dancing for Go-go

She said it’s for college keep that on the low low

I know that she strip so she ain’t gotta lie to me

I’m getting rich off the reefer they buy from me

Keep that shit loyal and don’t ever switch sides on me

Bad bitch callin' my phone from another unknown

I won’t answer her calls

No shark she be using her jaws

She be suckin' on a nigga like straw

She gon' ride like sayin' hee haw

I’ma hustle with the gang T. I

Talk to a spirit like a efi

Spend 20 band aids up in G5

They killed a cool homie on the east side

Ain’t nobody finna sleep till we ride

I’ma shoot the air make a bonfire

Turn this shit real like some hair dye

I’m smelling crazy all the gas scented

If you try and burglarize get smashed it

A-1 nigga no bad business

In the club I’m surrounded by bad bitches

In the streets im surrounded by bad hitters

The shit too accurate

Cut the bitch off cause she fuck too average

Lost 20k bettin' on the Falcons

Finna put a grow up in Stone Mountain

keep countin'

Got weed so loud it sound like shoutin'

Got a house for the money and a house for the ounce