Money Come

Circle too big, don't need no friends
Every nigga bleed, don't fear no man
Lost way too many people this year
That's why I give 'em flowers whenever I can
Tulips, they pull out Shazam like "Who this"?
If I ain't the man then who is?
I ain't your man girl cool it, cool it

Yeah
Got two chains on, on my "Tru" shit
Me and Sig plotting at Ruth Chris
Had to check into rehab I'm too lit, too lit
Yeah, I'm the don, bitch I'm the jefe
Jugamos chess, y'all playing checkers
I ain't forget, tu 'ta celoso porque tu jeva quiere mi leche

Hey
Swallow my kids then shawty gon' hiccup later
I'm really in the league, aw yeah that boy G ain't no pickup player
Came a long way from freestyling outside right the bodega
On my way to the UK told Big Narstie we finna link up later
Pops from El Campo, talking DR specifically from Ortega
Tio got deported when I get on finna get him all his papers

I like how you talk, where is you from?
I'm from New York, bitch is you dumb?
She trynna smoke, what's in your blunt?
I mix the Fanta, with the Runtz
Hey

It really is me versus me playing one V one
Me and Shawty have rich sex I'ma show her how to make the money come
Yeah, the money come
Me and shawty have rich sex I'ma show her how to make the money come

I like how you talk, where is you from?
I'm from New York, bitch is you dumb?
She trynna smoke, what's in your blunt?
I mix the Fanta, with the Runtz
Hey

Every nigga bleed don't fear no man
Lost way too many people this year
That's why I give 'em flowers whenever I can
Tulips, they pull out Shazam like "Who this"?
If ain't the man then who is?
I ain't your man girl cool it, cool it

Get it right, every night, I got the drank with me
If you think I sin too much, why don't you pray for me?
No, I don't pray enough I hope you never notice
Acting like I know this, I'm just young and hopeless



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Writer(s): Matthew R. Guzman, Mrg, [email protected]
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