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Lyrics Misbehave – Money Man

(Keezy runnin’ up the bag, boy)

I got partna’s in the grave
Had to stack them racks and save
[?] let that misbehave
Snuck a bag through TSA
Nigga this a PSA
You ever play, you die today
Scammin’ out the Escalade
Right now I’m too fresh to fade so I’m gon’ let this glizzy spray
She gon’ throw that ass, okay
Burner threw that pole away
Whole gang need a mill’ a piece
Like Thanksgiving, we tryna feast
Apartment building on the East, we trappin’ out them bitches deep
Bae, smoke up the Za, you know my nerves bad
Adapt to any environment, man, I’ma survive, you know I learn fast
Plus we done came way too far for us to turn back
That shotgun got a lil’ power, it just made my shoulder jerk back

Real estate, got four houses
Five laptops, four routers
Bank good, she workin’ out
She could [?] my shit the fastest
Niggas lie ’bout everything but who am I to judge people?
Solo, I be on my own
So it be like, “Fuck people”
Choppa spit like J. Cole
She sucked me like a black hole
Killa whale chain, rose gold
Girl house right by River Road
I’ma fuck her all night
Louis bitch with all white
If a .45 perfect size, that’s sticks these niggas wanna grab
Used to have that fine school, I got expelled for totin’ metal
Lost the load, I got so fuckin’ mad, I popped a blood vessel
Drippin’ in New York, I’m in Balencis, I feel like Rowdy Rebel
Any nigga come with disrespect, we twistin’ him like a pretzel
Panamera [?]
I don’t talk to no informants
Profile plug we met on [?]
He just wanna meet in person
We made a whole M together
Get that bread, it’s now or never
80k sit on my dresser
BC shit, we livin’ reckless

I got partna’s in the grave
Had to stack them racks and save
[?] let that misbehave
Snuck a bag through TSA
Nigga this a PSA
You ever play, you die today
Scammin’ out the Escalade
Right now I’m too fresh to fade so I’m gon’ let this glizzy spray
She gon’ throw that ass, okay
Burner threw that pole away
Whole gang need a mill’ a piece
Like Thanksgiving, we tryna feast
Apartment building on the East, we trappin’ out them bitches deep
Bae, smoke up the Za, you know my nerves bad
Adapt to any environment, man, I’ma survive, you know I learn fast
Plus we done came way too far for us to turn back
That shotgun got a lil’ power, it just made my shoulder jerk back

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