Cardio lyrics

[Intro]
(Reece, take 'em to church)

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Dinner at the Orafo, she love the way my diamonds glow
I used to sack up nicks, sell them b*tches at the corner store
Lil' mama is stallion, she belong in the rodeo
I'm burnin' on the strain, this sh*t right here'll make you comatose
Don't give a f*ck about no politics, I ain't gonna never vote
You know I pull up poppin' sh*t in foreigns like I'm Fivio
I'm f*ckin' on this b*tch for sixty minutes, that sh*t cardio
You know I got them hitmen in the Circle like Sicario
Tequila, I just like it neat, I don't need a chaser
I'ma let the b*tch choose, ain't no need for me to chase her
Quit that sour sh*t out, dog, you a bonafide hater
All these bags I got for sale, I get hellafied paper
Got my wrist on Kamala, this sh*t cuddle by the presi'
In Miami rockin' Casablanca with them racks heavy
You wanna be a boss? I can make you one, I'll get you ready
Up in Onyx rockin' Voss, I made it rain like confetti

[Chorus: Money Man]
Told the waitress, "Hurry up, go on and bring another round"
Told my grower, "Hurry up, bring a n*gga hundred pound"
Got my gunner shoppin' with me, n*gga, we gon' drip or drown
I don't need a b*tch, I just need some shrooms and some loud
Loadin' up the rental 'cause we finna head out of town
sh*t was detrimental, had to get this sh*t up off the ground
I'm too influential, baby, I be puttin' n*ggas down
I'ma blow the whistle, if these n*ggas gettin' out of bounds
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm high as f*ck on the plane wearin' a presi'
Don't be mad 'cause I f*cked your b*tch, boy, she let me
Just lost a hundred-thousand-dollar watch and it ain't sweat me
Woke up and pulled straight to Wafi like, "Patek me"
Half of million on the kit, the .308 protect me
Had to tell 'em country boys, "It's gon' be deadly"
They thought we was slidin' in a Scat, we in the '02 Chevy
Thousand grams on the Cuban, this sh*t heavy
I wasn't lookin' for the lean man, he just met me
I gotta bulletproof my cars, they might stretch me
Lil' bro'll nail somethin' to the cross for a necklace
Drinkin' reckless, I just eyeballed an eight, and I ain't measure it
b*tch, I made my own million dollars, wasn't inherited
I told Money Man, "Put me on the scammin' sh*t"
Five years ago was ridin' 'round sellin' grams and sh*t
Now we ridin' 'round Patterson, a hundred grand a whip
7.62s, can you handle it?
The pus*y had a leg shot and died from panickin'
It look like you just went in Louis and bought the mannequin
And I just got a free brick from my Spanish b*tch
b*tch say her daddy in the cartel
Four n*ggas on the hit, the whole car tell
Put so many hoes in that b*tch, bro, the car fell
I just drank a little deuce of Tris and took a bar pill
[Chorus: Money Man]
Told the waitress, "Hurry up, go on and bring another round"
Told my grower, "Hurry up, bring a n*gga hundred pound"
Got my gunner shoppin' with me, n*gga, we gon' drip or drown
I don't need a b*tch, I just need some shrooms and some loud
Loadin' up the rental 'cause we finna head out of town
sh*t was detrimental, had to get this sh*t up off the ground
I'm too influential, baby, I be puttin' n*ggas down
I'ma blow the whistle, if these n*ggas gettin' out of bounds