Atmosphere lyrics

[Intro]
Cor-Cor-CorMill
Ayy, Harto cooked this one up

[Chorus: Money Man]
I grab that M4 and I shoot it, that sh*t therapeutic
n*gga, ask my baby mama if I really care about music
Go and ask my cousin how many guns I bought to kill intruders
n*ggas act like b*tches, all they good for is some lies and rumors
f*ck all of them n*ggas who switched up on the kid, they dead to me
How the f*ck you change up on your partner? That sh*t treachery
Ride with the fire in the elated
Baddie with me tryna give me sex

[Verse 1: Money Man]
She leanin' over she givin' me neck
Killed the big brothеr, the little one nеxt
Droppin' the token, this b*tch on ten X
Triple them racks, all I know is invest
Used to trap out of a crib in Woodcrest
Switch out magician, the plug got finessed
Lil' mama, you too sexy to not be in my iMessage
Walk inside my spot, it ain't nothin' but scammers and trappers here
Walk inside my spot, it ain't nothin' but steppers, Q Dogs and Kappas here
Glance around my kitchen, n*gga, it ain't nothin' but vacuum sealers in here
Bought my lil' dime off a micro fluffy
Andre the Giant, we big boy stompin'
Re-up before we get za for our honkies
Banana clips only, you know we primates
Dodgin' the RICO, ain't talkin' suave
VVS honeycomb, settin' pave
SBR tucked inside the Goyard
f*ck a Rolls-Royce, we gon' stick to Mopar
She got the water underneath the sonar
Lovin' lil' Cancer but she emo
Lovin' lil' Aries but she too stubborn
Did it myself, you can't tell me nothin'
Binary triggers on every fire button
Twelve hit the spot and they ain't find nothin'
We too on point, n*ggas can't take nothin'
[Chorus: Money Man]
I grab that M4 and I shoot it, that sh*t therapeutic
n*gga, ask my baby mama if I really care about music
Go and ask my cousin how many guns I bought to kill intruders
n*ggas act like b*tches, all they good for is some lies and rumors
f*ck all of them n*ggas who switched up on the kid, they dead to me
How the f*ck you change up on your partner? That sh*t treachery
Ride with the fire in the elated
Baddie with me tryna give me sex

[Verse 2: Juney Knotzz]
I got that b*tch on the toss up next
Know what I do, she gon' toss her check
I just landed in your city with [?][1:47]
Finna paint this whole TM black, that's for Larry Hoover
n*gga say he scam without no mask, that sh*t very stupid
Swipin' sh*t my therapy, free sh*t get therapeutic
You can see where we came from
Paint a picture all through the music
Reminiscin', them hotboxin' with shooters
Plastic Glocks out them Buicks
Hit a n*gga with that re-rock like f*ck it, back to it
Can you take this out of town for me? I need you to go hit Chattanooga
n*gga play one time with me
We gon anchor his leg in the Chattahoochee
Young n*gga spin one time for me, we gon' air car out, call Ken Ludrick
Thinkin' about buyin' that shell, but that b*tch fool, its sitting on Renni Ruccis
Got a lil' b*tch in my pel', 'cause I'm tryna tell this b*tch, "Let's make a movie"
Just swerved out that Chevy, in lil' chevy with that Cam Newton
Wonderin' how this currency so free, adapt to evolution
That pretty b*tch, look like Aaliyah, talkin' 'bout a resolution
You ain't got no money in your mental, how you plan to do this?
[Chorus: Money Man]
I grab that M4 and I shoot it, that sh*t therapeutic
n*gga, ask my baby mama if I really care about music
Go and ask my cousin how many guns I bought to kill intruders
n*ggas act like b*tches, all they good for is some lies and rumors
f*ck all of them n*ggas who switched up on the kid, they dead to me
How the f*ck you change up on your partner? That sh*t treachery