BOSTON lyrics

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
(Trauma Tone)

[Chorus: Money Man]
I got them shooters like Boston, I put a jaguar inside of a coffin
Shout out to P.R.E., R.I.P. Dolph
And I'm gettin' money, I know economics
Come on lil' mama, let's go to the exit
You lookin' good as f*ck, might get you pregnant
I'm catchin' a jugg, give me a second
You know I'm first, I never been second
You better spin 'em if I give you the cutter
I'm on the camel, I'm chillin' in Qatar
So many Cubans, they think I'm Latino
I feel like a lion, I feel like a Leo
I got them racks, decided to keep all
My Cartier's tinted, I cannot see y'all
I'm gettin' bended, I'm on thesе eights
I'm gettin' lifted, I'm on thеse Ks

[Verse: Money Man]
You see the tints, we grow this sh*t
You smell the scent, you can get spent
Three round bursts hit like a verse (We got flower, we got terps)
Yeah, my neck hurt cause I'm rockin' a kilo
All my vehicles black, negro
Droppin' bags on my family, my people
Keep that fire 'cause this world is so evil
I done rented a house out Dubai
He a clone, he a street n*gga, murk him
I was born solid, that sh*t is inside of me
She told me pull it out, put it inside of me
Runnin' on sterc 'cause the angels is guidin' me
Did it myself, I ain't have no one guidin' me
Run up that pape', now it's no longer poverty
You wanna trap, better do this sh*t properly
I got you forever, lil' mama, infinity
Used to sell P's out an old-ass Infinity
I feel like a god, I feel the divinity
They tryna come 'round and soak up my energy
She know I'm havin' a real n*gga tendency
My neck is filled with them links and them tennises
Got in my rubber, I can't let n*gga blemish it
OC Drip, I'ma shock out the system
[Chorus: Money Man]
I got them shooters like Boston, I put a jaguar inside of a coffin
Shout out to P.R.E., R.I.P. Dolph
And I'm gettin' money, I know economics
Come on lil' mama, let's go to the exit
You lookin' good as f*ck, might get you pregnant
I'm catchin' a jugg, give me a second
You know I'm first, I never been second
You better spin 'em if I give you the cutter
I'm on the camel, I'm chillin' in Qatar
So many Cubans, they think I'm Latino
I feel like a lion, I feel like a Leo
I got them racks, decided to keep all
My Cartier's tinted, I cannot see y'all
I'm gettin' bended, I'm on these eights
I'm gettin' lifted, I'm on these Ks