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by

Money Man


[Intro]
(Taylor Michael, you goin' crazy)
(Trauma Tone)

[Chorus]
I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon
Don't need a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds
My pockets straight, so I don't need a title pawn
Grow my own veggies, my yard is like Callaway
Breaking down zaza, I'm selling ten pounds a day
Rest in peacе to all my n*ggas who passed away
Internet jugging, I know this thе faster way
Clientele coming, they driving from miles away
Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away

[Verse 1]
Hit her DM, "Can you come catch a flight today?"
Live to the fullest, I probably can die today
I got that drip like a motherf*ckin' tidal wave
I'm a truth-seeker, so please do not lie to me
Hit from the back, I'ma f*ck up her vertebrae
ATV, I'ma go ride on the dirt today
When we in bed, she gon' drip, she gon' squirt away
Bust me a jugg in the coupe and then skrrt away
Car push-to-start, I do not have to turn a key
If you kill me, they gon' wipe out your family tree
Finna take over, but I had to plan this sh*t
Put her through college, I got my own scholarship
Dropping these hits, but I don't get acknowledgement
Dropping these gems, gotta put on my fellowship
Ain't got no class or no motherf*ckin' elegance
Damn, she so sexy, she pretty and delicate
[Chorus]
I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon

[Verse 2]
Natural high, I do not have to medicate
Me and my Glock got a bond, we don't separate
Financial money course, sit down and educate
Go do a drill on the opps and then celebrate
Go do a drill on the opps just to demonstrate
Ran up that bag, now my motherf*ckin' mama straight
Disrespect something that I cannot tolerate
Country boy coming to shop way from out of state
We know you soft, n*gga, quit all that acting tough
Knew you was broke 'cause your money ain't adding up
I'm in the traphouse, I'm bagging some zaza up
Do what I want, n*gga, I do not give a f*ck
J Roc, he with me, we whipping a Bentley truck
COVID done hit, so these lil' n*ggas sick as f*ck
Stacking all day, now my bank account big as f*ck
Two different strains, I'ma motherf*ckin' mix 'em up
[Chorus]
I'm whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on Marathon
Don't need a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds
My pockets straight, so I don't need a title pawn
Grow my own veggies, my yard is like Callaway
Breaking down zaza, I'm selling ten pounds a day
Rest in peace to all my n*ggas who passed away
Internet jugging, I know this the faster way
Clientele coming, they driving from miles away
Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away
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