Foul - Money Man

These niggas so foul

They’ll take your life for a bag of some loud

That lil' bitch with me I’m pipin' it down

Walk in the store leave you dead in the aisle

Bitch, I’m a canine, I’m just like a chow

Get your own drip, tryna bite my style

After we fuck she get up and she smile

I was on 85 south in the SUV Finna go get P

Got a outside plug and he waiting on me

Got a north side bitch and she laying on me

Got a carbon one five for nigga lyin' on me

Had a lot of bum niggas go an' change on me

Put some racks on your head know life ain’t free

'Scuse me, cutie, shoes ain’t cheap

Got a hundred rounds on me so I ride around deep

When she open up her legs I’ma go inside her deep

Showing her true colors, she a bona fide freak

Gotta show my true colors, I’m a bona fide plug

Got real good bud, got a white run nug

Got car kits on, nigga said he gonna rob me

I think not if we talkin' bout new

Tell 'em buy a new Glock

I’m riched out I’m gonna buy a nigga block

All these rappers got a nigga too hot so a nigga might quit

'Cause I make more money from the marijuana shit

Drop a bag on the scale and I drop me a hit

Tryna sabotage, cashed out this shit

I ain’t have a car, I was walkin' and shit

Now these thots be stalkin' and shit

All these blues in my pocket and shit

When you shootin' down em make sure you don’t miss

Got two aimin' with made up names

I’ma go swipe with a four bust out chain

Got a bad lil' baby and she rockin' fresh braids

Why we never see you?

'Cause I don’t like fame

She been ridin' all night so I know that she drained

And these hundreds on me blue, just like the fame

Growin' up all a nigga went through was pain

Jumped off the balcony when 12 came to raid

Balenciaga Triple S off-white beige

Summerhill County, I ain’t talkin' bout Dade

Every year a nigga music get better with age

I ain’t gotta dick ride, I’ma ride my own wave

These niggas so foul

They’ll take your life for a bag of some loud

That lil' bitch with me I’m pipin' it down

Walk in the store leave you dead in the aisle

Bitch, I’m a canine, I’m just like a chow

Get your own drip, tryna bite my style

After we fuck she get up and she smile

I was on 85 south in the SUV Finna go get P

Got a outside plug and he waiting on me

Got a north side bitch and she laying on me

Got a carbon one five for nigga lyin' on me

Had a lot of bum niggas go an' change on me

Put some racks on your head know life ain’t free