Botox lyrics
by Money Man
[Verse 1]
You know it's Croptober
Every bag way over
One day the turnover
Just like I'm Samuel, you know Im Deeboin'
These n*ggas too standard
You better get motion
You know it fair 'cause it still got the dew on it
Who want it? Deep in the west where's it's no signal
No roamin', we growin', we clonin', we fannin', we sellin'
I put a bullet in him because he stealin'
Really dispensin' this top shelf expensive
Come see it, come whiff it, these Amazon hit
These Asians, thеse hillbillies got me so tipsy
It snuck up on mе, baby, now I can feel it
Got the methods, but I need the check to reveal them
My b*tch got a fluffy, I bought her some Persian
My music too valuable, I can't give out verses
Yeah
[Chorus]
Pound after pound, resident turfs
Pick up your b*tch and then take her to Turks
Matter fact, take your b*tch to the grow spot
The smell leakin' out your nose, it got the block hot
When I catch plays, you know I got the blick out
Youngins with me, they just wanna dole out
My car from the future, this b*tch is a robot
Cross n*ggas over, you know I can globetrot
Glock on my lap, this b*tch not in the glovebox
L.A. b*tch servin' me PC like botox
L.A. b*tch with the piece, killer Griselda
Hopped in the van and go spin with the fellas
China man say he got bubba, it's outdoor
I just want endo, don't give me no cheap smoke
Bigger than life, n*gga, I'm the Machismo
[Verse 2]
Yeah, plug in Nevada
That pack be providin', I'm trippin, I'm drivin', but f*ck it, we ridin'
Like f*ck consequences 'cause I'm on that timing
I need new designer, I need me some diamonds
Out in Denver, I snatched up a load in the Bronco
This b*tch from Toronto, she love my bravado
This here an AP, I don't do no Movado
My chain is a ten and my b*tch look like Latto
We f*ck in my condo, we f*ck in my penthouse
You not tryna cop no weed, you gotta get out
I'm uppin' my ticket, my za is too flavorful
Glock with the beam, b*tch, I pull up and laser you
I'm not a trick, b*tch, f*ck do you take me for?
Big Money P, no, I can't wife a whore (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Pound after pound, resident turfs
Pick up your b*tch and then take her to Turks
Matter fact, take your b*tch to the grow spot
The smell leakin' out your nose, it got the block hot
When I catch plays, you know I got the blick out
Youngins with me, they just wanna dole out
My car from the future, this b*tch is a robot
Cross n*ggas over, you know I can globetrot
Glock on my lap, this b*tch not in the glovebox
L.A. b*tch servin' me PC like botox
L.A. b*tch with the piece, killer Griselda
Hopped in the van and go spin with the fellas
China man say he got bubba, it's outdoor
I just want endo, don't give me no cheap smoke
Bigger than life, n*gga, I'm the Machismo