Die for You - Money Man

Girl I’ma ride for you, girl I’ma die for you

Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do

He run up on me that chopper say hi to you

Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you

They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it

She know I keep fire so she know she protected

These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle

infected- Hold on

Chopping business wit the plug nigga

Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga

She a real fan, she want a hug nigga

I had the tastin' bud nigga

Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey

Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me

I ain’t need em anyway

Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anyway

Riding dirty while I’m on the interstate

I need money now, I can’t even wait

Come here baby girl, lemme use your face

Gimme 6 Hours, I’ma drop a tape

These nigga’s fucking fake, she love the fucking bass

She love the strength it give her, she love how it taste

I’m a rapper wit weight, done went through 9 states

These nigga’s gotta pay, fuck what haters say

Lyrics solid I just soak up all the knowledge

I ain’t go to college, diamonds Farrah Fawcett

Niggas know I got it, bitches know I got it

3 holes in my body, I’m a fucking socket

Nigga’s straddle the fence, pick a fucking side

Forgi’s on the ride, if you try you die

Say you wanted mine, it’s eye for an eye

Tell your Mom about it, they hating on the sly

I ain’t been to sleep in ‘bout a week cause I been in the studio recording shit

He ain’t been to sleep in ‘bout a week cause he been talking to the feds

recording shit

Counting cash inside the foyer in the crib

Thinking back on all the real shit I did

Never asked for nothing, all I did was give

Sorry baby, I can’t change the way I live

Girl I’ma ride for you, girl I’ma die for you

Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do

He run up on me that chopper say hi to you

Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you

They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it

She know I keep fire so she know she protected

These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle

infected- Hold on

Chopping business wit the plug nigga

Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga

She a real fan, she want a hug nigga

I had the?

tastin bud nigga

Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey

Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me

I ain’t need em anyway

Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anyway

I cannot fuck with no scrub

I’m here to say no I ain’t showing no love

My bro got the plug

Swap out my 100's for dubs

No I don’t sell no weed in the club

Shouts out to money for turnin' me up

Cause I was so broke I was stuck

Now we do shows for the dub

The game so silent ain’t no breakin' up, my nigga it’s love

We used to sleep on the floor

It’s hard to fall off when you getting it fo show

When I was down bad there was nowhere to go

I keep on my shoes case dem folks hit the door

She said she down for whatever I’m plotting

Trying to finesse her, I’m in the lab like I’m dexter

She hit my line but I never attest her

Cause shawty she extra, but me I’m getting better and better

I don’t fuck with rats but I need me some cheddar

That stick on the back if you run I’ma catch ya

Bust down a set with a team if it’s extra

You know I’ma boss and she do what i let her

So many rats think the house hot

You beef with me bro get your house shot

You niggas just talk what you not bout', then we outside

Girl I’ma ride for you, girl I’ma die for you

Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do

He run up on me that chopper say hi to you

Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you

They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it

She know I keep fire so she know she protected

These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle

infected- Hold on

Chopping business wit the plug nigga

Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga

She a real fan, she want a hug nigga

I had the?

tastin bud nigga

Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey

Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me

I ain’t need em anyway

Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anyway