MONEYMAN lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Rich Hood n*gga, Pablo Juan n*gga
You know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
True story, no lie, three times
Let's go

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that b*tch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain't my b*tch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man
Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
f*ck these b*tches and stitches and fame, I want money man

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Stick on my hip, blue benjamin bankroll like a crip
Iced out, I need a quilt
Stuck in the slave days with the chains and the whip
Am I racist because I like all white bricks?
It's a chicken race, we see the police and we buyin' it
New racks, we do not do leases
I got M16's, ain't talkin' 'bout b*tches
My dope bell ringin', my trap beat
Forty gram blunt like the seasons, at the Four Seasons
f*cked every b*tch since I f*ck 'em and leave 'em
Chopper's a b*tch, I might just start bleedin'
On Allah, I got more haters than Jesus
Complete the puzzle, you ain't got all the pieces
So much money, take care of auntie and nieces
I f*ck like the Energizer, just like Easter
I be on the best exotic good reefer
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that b*tch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain't my b*tch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man
Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
f*ck these b*tches and stitches and fame, I want money man

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Big G Herbo, I remember havin' coke and dope
Mentally was in the kitchen mixin' coke and dope
I was readin', writin' rhymes in my rap book
f*ck around, now I get a book of coke a show
I got fans out of Indiana, Kokomo
BAPE T's comin' straight from out of Tokyo
Cost a few G's soon as I walked in the door
Cost me two G's, that's for my lil fit, you know
What it's worth I spent a bag on my G-Fazos
But I still know how to swag in them penny loafs
Gucci, Louis, that's my swag on the really though
Saint Laurents don't gotta sag 'cause they fitted, bro

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that b*tch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain't my b*tch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man
Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
f*ck these b*tches and stitches and fame, I want money man
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
b*tch I'll blow out your brains
Y'all n*ggas ain't gang gang
Spent a whole thing on my chain
Used to cookin', bag up 'caine
I'm on the west, free GeeWee, that's my blooda, b*tch
I'm on that east, posted in Brooklyn, free them Shmurdas, b*tch
I'm in Houston with J Prince, shout out Mob
You gon' hear 'bout a n*gga gettin' killed if I ever get robbed
b*tch, I ain't tryna talk if you ain't tryna slob
Platinum sellin' artist, but I'll put you on the news
n*gga, that's on God

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that b*tch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain't my b*tch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man
Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
f*ck these b*tches and stitches and fame, I want money man