International - Money Man

My bitches international

I just might pull up in a grand national

Sippin on mud I got bad habit

Used to sell hard to the crack addicts

Bad bitches with me no hair nets

I watch out for the back stabbers

Bitch I’m a dog like a bull mastiff

I am the source sell you a brick out the Porsche

You know not to get caught with the horse

I keep it realer than realer can be

She never met a nigga realer than me

He never heard a number low as mine

They hear the numbers it blow they mind

I want that body, soul, and her mind

I want that FaceTime and behind

I got them diamonds straight from the mines

I ride around with a young shooter

He come at night like Freddy Kreuger

I got a check like a credit union

I’m in the trap with some Pat Ewings

We out in Phoenix on 4 wheelers

I’m in the bando with gorillas

Ain’t got a dime for a gold digger

I keep it 1000 1000 I’m trapping at luxury houses I cool it with swipers

I hit the streets with the eye of the tiger

Money in the oven I’ll improvise it

I am a chief got an emphasizer

Took to these streets and I monetize it

Young nigga might buy Jekyll Island

Bought me a rollie for perfect timing

Hit me a bitch we’ll strip her body

Whole lotta money i’m narrow minded

Ride with a diamond it look like Treya

We up on the green field that’s two acres

Then smoke a blunt with an LA Laker

And them two plugs who only fakers

Whippin them porches like wild horses

BC niggas we are the sources

These are Buscemi not Air Forces

My bitches international

I just might pull up in a grand national

Sippin on mud I got bad habit

Used to sell hard to the crack addicts

Bad bitches with me no hair nets

I watch out for the back stabbers

Bitch I’m a dog like a bull mastiff

I am the source sell you a brick out the Porsche

You know not to get caught with the horse

I keep it realer than realer can be

She never met a nigga realer than me

He never heard a number low as mine

They hear the numbers it blow they mind

I want that body, soul, and her mind

I want that FaceTime and behind

I got them diamonds straight from the mines

Real nigga real nigga real nigga

Diamonds straight from the Congo

I don’t talk strange no convo

I hit two hoes that’s a combo

Four stories my condo

Got 10G's on my earlobe

500 peas on the truckload

I got that pack coming from Seattle

I got a migo with it in it’s saddle

I was in the courtroom see the judge

Tell me I was guilty then hit the gavel

I hit Mexico and seen Manuel

The next day he sent 10 bells

Young nigga tryna dodge jail

Young nigga tryna dodge twelve

Traffic work in a Dodge Ram

Make a play off of

Back and forth out to San Fran

Fish tail Trans Am

Too much money need a money counter

Get it going in 24 hours

Knock you off 24 hours

Slanging blocks just like Dwight Howard

My bitches international

I just might pull up in a grand national

Sippin on mud I got bad habit

Used to sell hard to the crack addicts

Bad bitches with me no hair nets

I watch out for the back stabbers

Bitch I’m a dog like a bull mastiff

I am the source sell you a brick out the Porsche

You know not to get caught with the horse

I keep it realer than realer can be

She never met a nigga realer than me

He never heard a number low as mine

They hear the numbers it blow they mind

I want that body, soul, and her mind

I want that FaceTime and behind

I got them diamonds straight from the mines