My Socks - Money Man

Nigga can’t walk no a mile in my socks

I be plantin' seeds in them goddamn pots

Growin up a nigga seen a whole lot

Pull up nigga might buy a whole lot

She make more than these niggas can’t call her no thot

Got the fur on my jacket from a rabies fox

Burnin gas out the clouds we so so high

All the young thots tryna give a nigga that box

I was ridin in a chevy I was ridin in a box

Got exotic comin in, in a FedEx box

Hit a nigga line surplus on the gas

All my niggas know I give’em my last

Got too high last time took a dab

Track team money we run it up fast

I’m from the six not

He called for a bag but he only bought half

That’s the typa shit that’ll make a nigga mad

I’m finna cram that vaccum sealed bag

I was on top sending nigga a stare

Black and yellow hellcat lookin like a cat

I don’t ever harbor shit I don’t have

I ain’t blood but these racks bustin' out my pants

Lil mama tryin' to come unfasten my pants

Came from the mud nigga wash my hands

Come for my jewelry I’ll merk a young man

Always workin' no time for romance

Fast money baby I don’t like to slow dance

Run up niggas I said that I can’t, but I knew that I could

Brought up the M’s and I did got some P’s in the fridge and a P in my lil baby

crib

I was broke had me stressin' had me shakin' and shit I had to get up and get it

All that loud I’m a noisy attendant

Can’t be lazy I handle my business

Lately lord that shit is so sickening

Nigga pecking for a car like some pidgeons

Got a rental it fuck up my vision (Yeah)

In the trap I don’t watch television

I’ma shoot that shit with some precision

I had to hold head and listen

If I start shit then I’ma finish

VVS they fill up my pendant

Everyday was an in school suspension

Nigga can’t walk no mile in my socks

I be plantin' seeds in them goddamn pots

Growin up a nigga seen a whole lot

Pull up nigga might buy a whole lot

She make more than these niggas can’t call her a thot

Got the fur on my jacket from a rabies fox

Burnin gas out the clouds we so so high

All the young thots tryna give a nigga that box

I was ridin in a chevy I was ridin in a box

Got exotic comin in, in a FedEx box

Hit a nigga line surplus on the gas

All my niggas know I give’em my last

Got too high last time took a dab

Track team money we run it up fast

I’m from the six not

He called for a bag but he only bought half

That’s the typa shit that’ll make a nigga mad

I’m finna cram that vaccum sealed bag

I was on top sending nigga a stare

Black and yellow hellcat lookin like a cat

I don’t ever harbor shit I don’t have