Out of Orbit lyrics

by

Money Man


(Chorus)
I'm out of orbit i feel like a alien
She at the crib she give me cranium
I'm serving my country boy, he down in Mapleton
My money be dirty, you know i be bathing it
Stack up them racks you know i be saving em
My chain from Wakanda my diamonds vibranium
My lil b*tch from Venus
She say i'm a genius
Her ass so soft everytime that i squeeze it
I don't slack on my ice i spent M's for these pieces
I got to Pluto a n*gga can't reach me
I met a swiper i told him to teach me
I'm swiping 24/7 i'm greedy
I hit that hoe in a hour she easy
I was in a brand new Tahoe beating
I don't care bout the money i ain't doing no feature
Kick a n*gga doe in some big bottom sneakers

(Verse)
Imma sale gas bags till i die
Imma run up a bag till the well run dry
n*ggas this Balenci's not Karl Kani
With the Paranoia hoodie this sh*t tye-dye
Counting up racks while i'm watching How High
Star Wars coupe my cars the Sci-fi
Super strong loud it was grown on the moon
Watch a n*gga get stepped on like a pair of shoes
Watch a n*gga get stepped on like a pair of Loub's
Imma shoot You i ain't talking bout Tube
I be sipping drank i ain't talking bout booze
Secret Service on me they be watching my move
She gone shake that ass i be watching her move
All these blues got my bankroll huge
All these blues i ain't talking bout Clue
Always fasting i don't eat no food
f*ck these n*ggas I ain't tryna be cool
Riding round the city with a Glock 22
n*gga you a hoe and yo b*tch one too
I just pray this Fake SS go through
Black and white SS a n*gga gone move
Bottom Balenci's shoes banging Piru
Me and my dogs stick together like glue
She gotta fake ass so she acting brand new
I ain't talking Tom but the Coupe on Cruise
I be making work disappear like poof
My b*tch in L.A. eat gluten free food
I'm my own lawyer i dont need no Jew
Everything you heard about me prolly true
Imma making CPN cards its true
Imma mail the packs out n*gga its true
That n*gga Money Man all about his loot
(Chorus)
I'm out of orbit i feel like a alien
She at the crib she give me cranium
I'm serving my country boy, he down in Mapleton
My money be dirty, you know i be bathing it
Stack up them racks you know i be saving em
My chain from Wakanda my diamonds vibranium
My lil b*tch from Venus
She say i'm a genius
Her ass so soft everytime that i squeeze it
I dont slack on my ice i got infinite pieces
I got to Pluto a n*gga can't reach me
I met a swiper i told him to teach me
I'm swiping 24/7 i'm greedy
I hit that hoe in a hour she easy
I was in a brand new Tahoe beating
I don't care bout the money i ain't doing no feature
Kick a n*gga doe in some big bottom sneakers
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